T. E. Lawrence to Edward Garnett

13 Birmingham St.
Southampton

25.09.33

The ninth letter of the night: not fair treatment: but I so seldom feel able to write.

The D.H.L. poem, and Maggie, journeyed with me to Clouds Hill last night, and took their places amongst my books. It is so good of you to help furnish the place. Opposite the books Allenby stares hard at whoever enters the room. I had not seen the drawing for years. It lasts well. The poor Allenby, himself, not so well. He has lost sinew in these years. So I like the portrait best. Your saving it for me was an inspiration, of which I shall grow gladder as the times grow old. 

Aha! I have found a Red Badge of Courage and the Poor Man's House, and a Holy Mountain. All in Salisbury, and for a song. A bookseller selling of, broken (I fear) by the badness of our time. My profit, anyway. Bit by bit I shall fill the gaps in my shelves. Horrible gaps. Patience. Fortunately I am not a fanatic for first editions!  

Crane selections . . . what a good book it might be: but how hard to give it shape. He varied so much, and was so instant and pressing, when he pressed. That perhaps is why you fancy he dates. Everybody dates, when the pressure loses meaning: but then they get their second wind.  

Little Dunn is so pleased to be taken. l hope he is not hoping too much from his readers. 

Your Capajon volume is an oriental feast of flavours. I dip into it constantly, and always find a pleasure.

T.E.S.