T. E. Lawrence Correspondence – Page 148

To A.E.Chambers, 332171 A/C Etan R.A.F. Catterwater Plymouth Dear Jock So there you are. One said dead, one deserted, one signed on: and all the while you sort letters in the Post Office. Such a nice job, sorter. If you send the Glasgow letters to Costa Rica nobody can trace it to you: and the Daily Mail makes a snappy paragraph & Punch ditto. I am now at Catterwater, & very seldom stir out of camp: so we can't hope to meet till my leave comes, if some it does. I heard that month, against the dread day that a film about me may be released. If it comes I take the month, & hide some- where. Clouds Hill is still there. I saw it for an hour in February. It is lovely as ever: only chimney-pots added as a monument of the new tenants' taste. Jock, the old tenants [indecund Sic] and the brothers Salmone,(Marshals of sorts) were "some" people. You & me, & Guy, of the R.A.F, Hardy, Graves, Siegfried Sassoon, poets: Forster Tomlinson, Garnett, prose-writers. Spencer & John, artists. It was a good place while it lasted. I wish there was a Clouds Hill in every camp, assigned for the use of aircraft hands. One Serg-pilot Thomson asked lovingly after you lately. I told him you were dead. He said it was unlikely. More probably (40)