When are you coming to London again? And if you do come do not forget to let us know. Our last interview was so hung with drops of rain and cups of tea—I should love a longer, dryer one. And what are you doing? And how are you feeling? And are you painting? Or do you feel like I feel just at present…. Another slice of this loaf I cannot and will not eat. I want to change the baker—the bread—everything—everything—I want to sit at an entirely new table, in fact, with new hands to pour out strange wines—and unfamiliar music playing….

No, that ain't enough either—Change the country—the climate, too. Let's all put on velvet masks and have our fortunes told by Chinese wizards.