Journal of Katherine Mansfield
[An unposted letter.]
[An unposted letter.]
October 13. Dear Friend. I like your criticism. It is right you should have hated those things in me. For I was careless and false. I was not true in those days. But I have been trying for a long time now to “squeeze the slave out of my soul.” … I just want to let you know.
Oh, I am in the middle of a nice story [The Garden Party]. I wish you would like it. I am page 192 writing it in this exercise book, and just broke off for a minute to write to you.
Thank you for the address. I can't go to Paris before the spring, so I think it would be better if I did not write until then. I feel this light treatment is the right one. Not that I am ill at present. I am not in the least an invalid, in any way.
It's a sunny, windy day—beautiful. There is a soft roaring in the trees and little birds fly up into the air just for the fun of being tossed about.
Good-bye. I press your hand. Do you dislike the idea we should write to each other from time to time?
Katherine.