Letter from Edward Thomas to his wife, Helen Thomas. Archival reference: 424/1/1/1/1/145
LINCOLN COLLEGE
OXFORD

5.ii.?

My dearest friend,

I only wanted the
No. of Kyrle Rd. for Miss Lucas
who met me last week & asked
for it. There is no need, & no
fresh opportunity, for new
relations with Mrs. N.(illeg) who
has probably returned to her
old feelings after the momentary
effervescecnce. I have certainly
no time for such a letter. My
work takes up more & more time

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about the subjects & more
uninformed reasoning is
useless. Still the idea is
unpleasant & I would avoid
it if possible.

I can't now decide about
a seaside visit tho I had
contemplated it. It would
be risky, because there are
Oxford men Everywhere & there
is no saying what unpleasant
Encounters we might have. We
will see.

The pewter mug is

though I often waste (?) several
hours in an evening with
the more intelligent Lincoln
men - or perhaps Maine -
discussing the most various
topics. Last night for
instance I was talking from
9p.m. to 3a.m., and
the night before with Furrow
who arrived rather tipsy
but settled down to a very

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genial philosophic state
& retired at 3.30a.m.

The weather has been so
bad that I have not had
not much exercise lately. Except
some fierce snowballing
on the battlements below.
But in spite of late hours
- which I often vary by a
long rest - I am pretty well.

As to vaccination should
I have to see the magistrate
or what? I know no more

LINCOLN COLLEGE
OXFORD

being gradually covered;
for example my own device
is Menteries joyeures, which
means something like
Delicious untruths or illusions.

Morgan’s is a Welsh one,
meaning Truth against the
World ; Hodges; ;Too
much study is sloth' from
Lord Baton.

Will you give my
(illeg.) to Mother, & tell her
my provisions are devoured,
except one packet of oats
& one tin of sardines. The
potted meat goes bad a
day after it is opened , tell
her : & I found myself
eating the vilest putrescence
this morning, though the
pot was only opened
at breakfast yesterday.

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I wish the weather would
improve ; still you
have been out once & I hope
you are already better for it.
How miserable that you
should have toothache, Is
it gone now?

Goodbye now. With
kisses for you and Philip
Merfyn, I am ever Yours
wholly

Edwy.