“Monday was a dead day, the hole in space you talk of, such a deep-damp hole as I must have fallen into when I last left you. I can hardly remember a thing about Monday, certainly not the rising and setting of the day. I don’t think I read or wrote. I remember lifting up a cushion to see if you were underneath. You weren’t. That was early in the morning, & it was after that, I believe, that I fell with a great clatter into space. After all, when you pick up a cushion to find nothing underneath – that’s a terrible surprise.”
A letter by Dylan Thomas to Pamela Hansford Johnson.
15th April 1934.
July 23, 2012