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T. E. Lawrence to his mother
Cranwell
20.4.26
It is a long time
since I wrote: for two months ago I broke my radius and the right arm
has not been very fit for paper-work since. I was starting a car, and
the starting handle flew back and hit my wrist on the second turn. The
tip of the radius was cracked off, and the wrist dislocated. Now they
have put it nearly straight again: but it still cramps me badly after a
few minutes in one position holding anything small like a pen or knife.
They say that in another month it will be quite fit; though I have lost
the power of twisting my hand round very far. It goes about half way
now.
Otherwise there is
little to tell you, which I have not already said. I'm still very
pleased with Cranwell, and am doing exactly what I was doing before. So
that's well. My bicycle is rejuvenated, and runs splendidly. I had it
overhauled while I was in splints, and it is very fast now: though I do
not yet feel inclined to ride more than a hundred or so in the day. Your
hot weather will be starting soon (and ours, I hope!): I'm sorry you do
not like it. I used to find that the heat gave a delicious sense of
weary peace to everything within my reach.
My private book is
not finished yet. August probably. It has stood still lately, but I hope
to start now. Cape is to publish a fraction of the story in March, 1927.
His extra money has enabled me to put more pictures and luxury into the
private edition.
Nothing else.
N.
A letter - illegible
-from Menon!
I will reply when I
can: but have over 80 letters to write before I'm up to date.
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