Aldwinckle, Eric, Letter, 7 August 1943

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Description: 
Letter to Harry Somers

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Case Study: 
Creative Dialogue Across the Ocean: Eric Aldwinckle’s Letters to Harry Somers
Creator: 
Aldwinckle, Eric
Source: 
letter
Date: 
7 August 1943
Place: RCAF Headquarters, London
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Contributer: 
McMaster University Libraries
Rights: 
Copyright, public domain: McMaster University owns the rights to the archival copy of the digital image in TIFF format. Reproduced with the kind permission of Margaret Bridgman.

Identifier: 
00001574-2
Language: 
eng
Type: 
image
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Transcript: 

and now I know what a chicken thinks as she sits on her nest and feels the grasping hand stealing her warm eggs every morning. Some are addled, some cracked and some not fertile, but all are taken, because they are eggs and you know, the scarcity of them these days.
In my spare time I find much to enrich life in the form of beauty inanimate, animate and human, and unearthly music, my favourite source being Wigmore Hall, and I am dipping deep into the treasures of Wisdom at The Theosophical Headquarters Library.
I went to the open air theatre in Regents Park where Shakespeare is played and saw The Tempest. Well done but I prefer the complete illusion of the equipped stage. I am indulging in no sports, even casually, such as rowing on the Serpentine because I find the spirit quenched by queues -- Or swimming -- because there is only the choice of a dirty river or a tank thick as flies with humanity which I'm trying my best to love and find difficult under these circumstances, on a hot day. I am happy however, and healthy in the cool waters of music and fresh breezes of philosophy and have no regrets about shortcomings of physical satisfactions.
As to incidents. These might entertain you.
Scene: Picadilly at tea time. Flying Officer walking down a back street. Passes a slightly overdressed girl who stands and waits as do many others for the Lord said 'everything comes to he who waits'
The Girl: Hello, darling.
F/O: Hullo (smiling)
(a dangerous act)
The Girl: Wouldn't you like to talk to me
F/O: (carrying on) No thanks
(Wishing he had because he is always curious to know how they talk about their 'work')
he passes to the Strand and hurries into a restaurant before it closes as they are always closing.