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[Christopher had now arrived in South Africa, and was at a camp in the Transvaal.]

13 April 1944 (FS 15)

20 Northmoor Road, Oxford

Dearest: your Airletter of 25 March (?), postmd. 28th, arrived this morning: very welcome. By now you should be getting news from me: have been writing about twice a week. I don’t comment on your letter, though I am v. sorry. Know how you feel! Especially about cancelled leave. Your letter was ‘deur Sensor oopgemak’¹ by the way. You do not seem to have done anything very useful since September! I miss you hourly also, and am lonely without you. I have friends, of course, but can seldom see them. Things a bit easier for me now, though. Helped in the admission of cadets today (as big a bunch as ever), but as far as I can see they will not concem me further this term – joy! I did see C.S.L. & Charles Williams yesterday for almost 2 hours (cut short by having to meet M. & P.² for lunch at 12.20, which proved unobtainable so that we had to return home). I read my recent chapter: it received approbation. I have begun another. Shall have spare copies typed, if possible, & sent out to you. Don’t think there’s more news at moment. . . . . Am actually going out tonight to Magdalen: C.S.L., Warnie³ (writing a book: it’s catching), C.W., David Cecil,⁴ and prob. the Useless Quack (still bearded and uniformed): quite an event for me. . . . . Now I will return to Frodo & Gollum for a brief spell. More tomorrow, when this shall go off. . . . . Saturday 15th. I’m afraid this didn’t get off. I had a very pleasant time on Thurs. All turned up except Cecil, & we stayed until after midnight. The best entertainment proved to be the chapter of Major Lewis’ projected book – on a subject that does not interest me: the court of Louis XIV; but it was most wittily written (as well as learned). I did not think so well of the concluding chapter of C.S.L.’s new moral allegory or ‘vision’, based on the mediæval fancy of the Refrigerium, by which the lost souls have an occasional holiday in Paradise. Yesterday morning I managed to get an hour or two writing, & have brought Frodo nearly to the gates of Mordor. Afternoon lawn-mowing. Mrs. C.⁵ arrived safely from Carmarthen on Thurs. bringing gifts comestible. . . . . I had a pretty wearing time on ‘exercise’ up till 10 p.m. & then supped with the family, & then went to ‘sleep’ at area H.Q. That I did not manage: I had hardly a wink. Post is right on main road: very noisy all night. . . . . M. & I are going to have tea with the Nichol Smiths⁶ today, & I am supping with Elaine,⁷ and others at a small don-party. Quite a week for me. But term begins next week, & proofs of Wales papers⁸ have come. Still I am going to continue ‘Ring’ in every salvable moment. . . . .