Collected Letters Volume Two: Books, Broadcasts and War, 1931–1949. Walter Hooper

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СКАЧАТЬ heard Ran off me like the water from the water-bird; And what my mortal mother told me in the day At night my elder mother nature wiped away; And when I heard them telling of my soul, I turned Aside to read a different lecture when I learned What was to me the stranger and more urgent news, That I had blood and body now, my own, to use For tasting and for touching the young world, for leaping And climbing, running, wearying out the day, and sleeping…⁷¹

       TO OWEN BARFIELD (W):

      Magdalen College,

      Oxford.

      [?] 6th May 1932

      My dear Bar field

      I am sorry to hear that you can’t manage Siegfried. I am going to be selfish. I find that my desire—born ‘in painful side’ since 1913-has been so inflated that I would rather not give up the hope. Will you v. kindly at once book me the cheapest bookable seat for Siegfried May 16th. I will go to 20/-if need be, or a bit over. If you don’t put me up in the ‘enormous room’ for that night perhaps you could advise me about a bed elsewhere. Would you accept a seat (Siegfried, not a seat in your own flat!) from me? Schools this summer make me affluent. You will do me a real kindness if you will.

      For a visit—any week night this term except Mondays I shall be delighted if you will come. If that is impossible make it a week end, but I shd. prefer the former.

      It really takes a load off my mind to hear that you like the poem. Couplets, however dangerous are needed if one is to try to give to the subjective poem some of the swing and narrative zest of the old epic.

      Yrs

      C. S. Lewis

      P.S. I shall be as anxious as a child till I hear that you have got two seats for Siegfried.

       TO OWEN BARFIELD (W):

      Magdalen College,

      Oxford.

      Thursday [12 May 1932]

      Dear Barfield

      I am in horrors and raptures—if only you wd. have come it wd. be raptures alone. I would like the bed at Swiss Cottage on Monday night if it is convenient—in sending me directions please give me the exact address. (A letter posted by return ought to reach me before Monday morning).

      If you reconsider your decision and can get an extra seat my offer of course still holds—you would be cheap at the price. I can’t refund you the 15/-by this post, as I am in College. A thousand thanks: I didn’t know till now that I had so much boyish appetite for a show left.

      Yours

      C.S.L.

P.S. If there is anyway of getting my existing ticket (Amphitheatre Stall 191) changed for two of the 28/-ones and you cd. come. I honestly can afford it this year and it wd. make good better.⁷²

       TO HIS BROTHER (W):

      [Magdalen College]

      June 14th 1932

      Dear W—

I have just read your letter of May 15th, but not as you suppose in College. ‘Schools’ has arrived and I am invigilating⁷³ and although your letter arrived before lunch I deliberately brought it here unopened so that the reading it might occupy at least part of the arid waste of talk-less, smoke-less, exercise-less time between 2 p.m. and 5 p.m.

      Theoretically of course there ought to be no greater blessing than three hours absolutely safe from interruption and free for reading: but somehow or other—everyone has made the discovery—reading is impossible in the Schools. There is a sort of atmosphere at once restless and soporific which always ends in that stage which (for me) is a signal to stop reading—the stage I mean at which you blink and ask yourself ‘Now what was the last page about.’ Whether it will turn out that writing under schools conditions is more possible than reading, the fate of this letter will decide. At any rate thank heaven for grandfather’s black alpacca coat: with this I feel as if I were in bathing things (at any rate from the waist up) while most of my colleagues are sweating in their best blue or brown suitings.

      You will gather from this that summer has arrived: in fact last Sunday (it is Tuesday to day) I had my first bathe. You will be displeased to hear that in spite of my constant warnings the draining of the swamp has not been carried out without a fall in the level of the pond. I repeatedly told both Lydiatt (who began the job) and Knight (usually a very reliable man, who finished it) that the depth of water in the pond was sacrosanct: that nothing which might have even the remotest tendency to interfere with that must be attempted: that I would rather have the swamp as swampy as ever than lose an inch of pond. But of course I might have known that it is quite vain ever to get anything you want carried out: and the pond is lower. However, don’t be too alarmed. I don’t think it can get any lower than it is now.

      I don’t know how much of the draining operations Minto has described to you nor whether you understood them. In fact, remembering what a mechanical process described by Minto is like I may assume that the more she has said the less you know about it. The scheme was a series of deep holes filled with rubble and covered over with earth. Into each of these a number of trenches drain: and from each of these pipes lead into the main pipe now occupying the old ditch between the garden and the swamp, which in its turn, by pipes under the lawn, drains into the ditch beside the avenue.

      It was however useless to do all this as long as the overflow outlet from the pond (you know—the tiny runnel with the tiny bridge over near the Philips end of the pond) was meandering—as it did—over all the lower parts of the swampy bit. Nor was it possible to stop this up and deny the pond any outlet, as it would then have been stagnant and stinking in summer, and overflowing in winter. It was therefore decided to substitute a pipe outlet for the mere channel outlet—wh. pipe could carry the overflow from the pond, through the swampy bit without wetting it, to the rest of the drainage system. When they first laid this pipe I said that its mouth (i.e. at the pond end) was too low and that it would therefore carry off more water than the old channel and so lower the pond. The workmen shortly denied this but I stuck to my point and actually made them raise it. Even after they had raised it I was still not sure that it wasn’t taking off more water than the old channel did: so I have now had a stopper made which is in the mouth of the pipe at this moment. I have also given the spring-tap up beyond the small pond a night turned on, and I trust that by thus controlling in-flow and outflow of water I can soon nurse the pond back to its old level.

      At any rate I don’t see how it can sink as long as its escape is bunged up. As to the degree of loss at present, as there are no perpendicular banks anywhere it is hard to gauge. I should think that the most pessimistic episode could hardly be more than ½ of a foot: i.e. a difference one is unconscious of in bathing. Still I grudge every inch. By the way, it has just occurred to me that the sinking may not be due to the draining at all: for the old ‘channel’ escape, when I looked at it just before the operations began, had certainly widened itself extremely from what I first remembered, and must have been letting out more than it ought. In that case the new pipe may have arrested rather than created a wastage.

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