Darling, you’re failure to reply to my letter has reduced me to a state of ridiculous panic. This simply mustn’t be. Please write at once, even if it’s only to tell me I’m impossible. I’m always rather impetuous & foolish on paper. And off it too. You must be patient with me. I care for you rather a lot.
Iris Murdoch (1919-1999), in a letter to David Hicks (1929-1998) Brussels November 6th, 1945 in: “Iris Murdoch, a Writer At War. Letters and Diaries, 1939-1945″










