At last, my dear friend, I get to the letters. It is unbelievable how the treacherous time flies. Time is indeed “as false as water”, rocking us like a wave, when suddenly, like today, that wave has carried us far from the shore we have come to know as “today” and “yesterday”.
Fanta was only here for 3 days, and we did not go anywhere. It was not an especially relaxing time. One day we walked up to “Lomec”, that bizarre little church in the woods, near my graveyard, remember? Just as we got there, a storm rolled in. We were trapped in that chapel for more than half an hour, alone, in the twilight, the wind and the trees roaring, lightning bolts flashing past the windows, the windows rattling and the rain swishing. It was beautiful and mystically enchanting. Then we walked in the rain (that had not stopped) to the graveyard, which was even more beautiful in the torrents of water falling continuously from the sky than it had been in the sun. We were entranced. –
After Fanta left, I set about tidying the flat, and I only feel done with it today, except for some details. I feel guilty for playing like that for so long instead of working, but I can’t live in disorder. – That Japanese tapestry has ruined my drawing room. It is too superb and dominates too much, even over things that surpass it in beauty. It is like a virtuoso who overshadows the other artists. – I am quite pleased with my painted cabinet from Friesland; it is a sweet little thing – so sweet I just want to kiss it. –
I hope you enjoy Walter Pater as thoroughly as I did. I will lend you his “Greek Studies” at some point – I am currently rereading it. –
You will find enclosed 15 florins to buy that wrought-iron cross at Rosenberg’s. See which one of the two you think is more beautiful – do you reckon it is beautiful enough for Chittussi? I would like something even better, possibly much more expensive, but if you think a cross will do, then get one of them. If only the whole gravestone could be designed the way I think it should be. But I hope this will work, and I will take your advice. –
I think about our walk together – that lovely garden, your beautiful apartment, and your pleasant company above all, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for those wonderful moments. –
Have you heard from Mr. Mrštík?
I asked Mrs. Náprstková to let me keep the cross at her place for the time being. She is a kind soul and agreed to it immediately. –
Any news about Bílek?
I got an adorable letter in Czech from Sita.