I am quite alone for all the day so I shall write to you. I have not written before because everything has been so ‘unsettled’; now it is much more definite. I wish I could come and see you instead of writing; next month I shall come to London probably for a little time and then we shall be able to meet and to talk….

I am very much alone here. It is not a really nice place.

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It is so full of huge stones, but now that I am writing I do not care, for the time. It is so very temporary. It may all be over next month; in fact, it will be. I don't belong to anybody here. In fact, I have no being, but I am making preparations for changing everything. Write to me when you can and scold me.

Goodbye for now. Don't forget me.