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T. E. Lawrence to Edward Garnett
26. IX. 23
I'm hardly fit to write to - the replies come
so late and are so slattern. The last chapter of Gulliver
explains it, for I'm becoming (at last... it's been a tough process) one
of my company.
To such, books as refined as Hudson's are not
proper: and yet I'd like one very much. Will you send me that which
people least want? the one which has lingered on your shelf? There isn't
anything else to say. I'm trained now, and tanks are behind me. [16
lines omitted]
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