T. E. Lawrence Correspondence – Page 570

To R.E. Jeffrey Jeffry, Michael of Armednaaga. 339171 A/C SHAW R.A.F. Mount Batten Plymouth 6/1/50 O Gruesome Anatomy Silence? Why was Cortes silent, Because he couldn't think of anything to say. You are in Almednagar. I in Plymouth. I am become a camp-rat, moving from hut to work to dingden to bed, never going out, not riding blues, nor bathing, nor reading nor playing gramophones. I am broke, and am translating a book which never progresses - from that is earned - more life. Meanwhile life is a bit gloomy. Engaged, he is! Good Lord and Good and Lord. And he doesn't say what to! Something in Armednagar? or just a postal engagement. Please be explicit. I hope you get your "First". What about getting Corporeal soon? L/C is only a step towards that; and in itself and unfortunate for others. Up with you! Hurry. I want to know a Sargeant. Tennis, squash, golf. Heaven help us. I play the fool, better & better as I practice it ever more & more. I went to Clouds Hill last Autumn. It looked perfection, & I felt a desire to plant myself there for good, leaving the R.A.F., and become wise. Knowles still lives opposite. Tek is home from Canada for a visit; Dick is in Iraq, with the R.A.F.; Brian is/was in the Union Castle Line. The Hut's looks the same as ever; but all new faces. I suppose my batch is about finished now. Are you taking on? I suppose so. Good luck to you. W.B.B. is at Lydd now, I fancy. He was a real good soul. I wish he was within striking distance. Strike a S/M? No! not guilty. Metaphor. Saw Foah in October. Brown, crooked-smiling, twinkle- eyed scruffy little object, not a day olden; but a little shabby. He was had a hard time of it. Seeing light & bit, now, I fancy. Dahlia - farming. Yours T.E.E. Her.: QSM Bombay 409