Don't blame your parents too much! We all had parents. There is only one way of escaping from their influence and that is by going into the matter with yourself—scanning yourself and making perfectly sure of their share. It can be done. One is Never free until one has done blaming somebody or praising somebody for what is bad and good in one. Don't you feel That? By that I don't mean we ought to live, each of us on our own island. On the contrary—Life is relationship—it's giving and taking—but that's not quite the same thing as page 96 making others responsible—is it? There is the danger. Don't think I underestimate the enormous power parents can have. I don't. It staggering, it's titanic. After all, they are real giants when we are only table high and they act according. But like everything else in life—I mean all suffering, however great—we have to get over it —to cease from harking back to it—to grin and bear it and to hide the wounds. More than that, and far more true is we have to find the gift in it. We can't afford to waste such an expenditure of feeling; we have to learn from it—and we do, I most deeply believe, come to be thankful for it. By saying we can't afford to… waste … feeling! I sound odious and cynical. I don't feel it. What I mean is. Everything must be accepted.

I am only on nodding acquaintance with Spring. We talk from the window. But she looks from this distance fairer than ever, more radiant, more exquisite. It is marvellous to know the earth is turned to the light.