T. E. Lawrence Correspondence – Page 632

To F.L. Lucas, Cambridge. 14, Barton Street, Westminster, London, S.W.1. 28/2/29 Tonight I face a pile of 47 letters, the fruits of this week of idleness. They must be answered, now, for I have only another six days, before reaching my refuge of calm. It will be good to be locked in, of nights, again. The poems came. You chose the better part, in Pr...r. I hope he will like them as much as I am g..ing to like them. You notice the qualification, "To try to say anything about them now would be imsin...e". They have been hardly looked at. The Trojan trees are among them, so I am happy. (Happy was the-previous word, when my pen wept on it). It is an insult to give no time to your work. It would be an injury to give it too little time; so I prefer to insult you, for a few days. Please expect a letter from Plymouth, about mid-March. The ice and snow have upset all my plans for riding over to you. If there is a summer, afterwards, then I'll try & steal the days. Yours T E Shaw. Over Oh, I forgot about my measly little "Mint." Its MS is on loan just now: I hope asked Edward Garnett, who owns it, to lend it you next. If only it were cleaner and clearer: fit for your reading!