For years my consciousness of this small piece of collaboration has been very vague, almost impalpable, like fleeting visits from a ghost. If I ever thought of it, and I must confess that I can hardly...

No, I find nothing to contradict, for, the existence of this story having been recalled to my mind by a friend, the details of its birth and its attendant circumstances remain for me completely forgot...

You are, I suppose, by now in Rome. It is very curious how present to me are both Rome and yourself. There is a certain hill⁠—you, and that is the curious part of it, will never go there⁠—yet, yesterd...

Last night it was very late and I grew tired, so I broke off my letter. Perhaps I was really afraid of seeing that mouse again. Those minute superstitions are curious things. I noticed, when I looked ...

I wrote last night that you have something in your power. If you wished it you could make me live on. I am confident that you will not wish it: for you will understand that capriciously or intolerably...

I have just come in from Tristan and Isolde. I had to hurry and be there for the first notes because you⁠—my you⁠—would, I felt, be sitting beside me as you have so often. That, of course, is passion⁠...

I have just come in. Again you will not guess from where. From choosing a motorcar with Burden and his fiancée. It seems incredible that I should be called upon to preside at these preparations for my...

I don’t know why, tonight in particular, the fact that I am a dead man occurs to me very insistently. I had forgotten this for two whole days. If anyone very dear to you has ever been in extremis at a...

I haven’t yet discovered what Edward Burden is doing. I have found him a good round sum upon mortgage⁠—the irony of the position being that the money is actually his whilst the mortgage does not actua...

You will have got the telegram I sent you long before you got the parcel of letters: you will have got the note I wrote you by the same post as the letters themselves. If I have taken these three days...