there is to know about your past, so that I can better gather you. Just at this moment, I want to rummage around you, run my hands over you, your hair, your breasts, your arms, your loins, your legs.
I love you.
Chris
2 May 1944
Dear Bessie,
What more elevating thought, what more useful can this page serve, than to contain a list of the books I have read since I have been out here. I should very much like you to tell me what books you happen also to have read on the list.
Science in Everyday Life â Haldane
While Rome Burns â Woolcott
How Russia Prepared â Mr Edelman Dachau
For Those Few Minutes â Eric Gill
Carry On, Jeeves â P.G. Wodehouse
Lord Jim â Conrad
De Valera â Penguin
Victoria the Great â Edith Sitwell
Literary Lapses â Steph. Leacock
A Life of Shakespeare â Hesketh Pearson
Black Mischief â E. Waugh
Mr Moto is So Sorry â J.P. Marquand
Sherstonâs Progress â Siegfried Sassoon
Confessions of a Capitalist â Sir E. Benson
I have read plenty of other stuff, not worthwhile recording as it was unexceptional. If you have not read them, I should like you to get [these] from the library (not buy) as I should like to know that you had read them.
I hope I used up the public part of this letter card in a useful fashion. I did not like using another of these LCs so soon after the last, but it is about the only way I can rush to tell you what a lovely silly thing you are.
I have to end this now in order to catch the post (it goes daily here of course), but I hope that you are getting to realise and appreciate that you and I are âusâ and âweâ. Maybe we are only just beginning to feel that vital identity of interest, that significant attachment to the otherâs person that will enlighten and enliven us in the days ahead. But everything has to have a beginning. Donât you worry about any end. Sigh for me, want, desire and need me, as I need you, my dear.
My love,
Chris
9 May 1944
Dear Bessie,
I sent you a LC in reply to your near-lament at the absence of mail. If you must have ânagging worriesâ as you call them, please let them be around the prospects of my return by Christmas (oh, oh, oh, what a chance!), the chances of a house, the helluva job getting things will be. Please donât conceal your ânaggingsâ, please do tell me everything about you (oh, Bessie, I love you!), please continue to trust me.
Yes, I agree that the body-beautiful is overrated, but that doesnât stop me wanting to see you in puris naturalibus (I bet you have to look that up. I did!), to drink in your glory, to put my hands on your non-flat bottom, (Bessie, I love you!), to forage around you, to rove over you, to subdue you, to possess you.
Iâve never had a Turkish bath. I should think that the sun out here has a similar cumulative effect. Will be glad to get your account of the process; will you go again?
Deb had told me you would be visiting her again, and seeing the American Communist. (I am afraid I have written Deb very little and somewhat forcedly since her refusal to reply to my arguments about my Mother-fixation.) My first reaction is â thank Goodness you havenât fallen in love with him! It would shake me considerably to think you were bound for Alabama or Tennessee. Please donât fall in love with anyone else, my dear. Please let me be the future recipient of your favours, and maybe, the future target for your rolling pin.
The other night we had a very amusing 12-a-side âSpelling Beeâ, Signals versus RAF, won by the latter 64â38, as the RAF have a different if not better type of chap as a rule. I was very successful with the words I was asked and âI donât want to swankâ (an expression made famous by myself in the Junior Section days) and scored 7 of our points, the most of any. Like an ass, I spelt the flower CHRYSTANTHEUM. I must have been thinking
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