So here it is. The difficulty about the Spanish war is that it still dominates our lives in a most unreasonable manner because George (or do you call him Eric?) is just finishing the book about it and I give him typescripts the reverse sides of which are covered with manuscript emendations that he can’t read and he is always having to speak about it and I have returned to complete pacifism . . . She puts the cigarette down and looks at the crumpled letter. Then starts typing again. War is fun so far as the shooting goes . . . but hardly anyone can stay reasonable, let alone honest.
