Without Lifting A Finger

Juggling (not juggling) two books at once: Frisch's Stiller and Emily Carr's Journals ( Hundreds and Thousands ). Not juggling because things are going slowly--because of school? because of ____?--but that's life. * Anyway, I've gotten through about half of Stiller , and I have a few "bullets" for you ( I would say "Little Book," but that's Emily Carr): Went to Davos yesterday. It's just as Thomas Mann describes it My greatest fear: repetition Ascona Every word is false and true, that is the nature of words Is there anyone who doesn't wish at times that he could become a monk? We live in an age of reproduction the rest of us swim in a cocktail containing pretty well everything and mixed in the most elegant manner by Eliot a fellow who had the chest and shoulders of a Michelangelo slave

Started school this week and things aren't pretty. That partly explains my silence. Just a short passage from Emily's Hundreds (which got some Hogarthian ink) re her relationship with Lawren and theosophy.      I have written to Lawren and told him about things. I think he will be very disappointed in me and feel I have retrograded way back, fallen to earth level, dormant, stodgy as a sitting hen. I think he will hardly understand my attitude for I have been trying these three years to see a way through theosophy. Now I turn my back on it all and go back sixty years to where I started, but it is good to feel a real God, not the distant, mechanical, theosophical one.  I am wonderfully happy and peaceful.