ompels me to live a better life. If I
could only make all my thoughts of you into prayers and actions for you
I should be more content.

[Transcriber's note: The Greek phrase in the above paragraph was
transliterated as follows: _teknia_--tau, epsilon, kappa, nu, iota,
alpha; _mou_--mu, omicron, upsilon; _ous_--omicron, upsilon, final
sigma; _odino_--omega, delta, iota, nu, omega; _mechris_--mu, epsilon,
chi, rho, iota, final sigma; _ou_--omicron, upsilon; _morphothe_--mu,
omicron, rho, phi, omega, theta, eta; _Christos_--Chi, rho, iota,
sigma, tau, omicron, final sigma; _en_--epsilon, nu; _humin_--(rough
breathing mark) upsilon, mu, iota, nu]

Don't imitate Uriah Heep with 'Yours most humbly.' I won't stand that
nonsense! and you give yourself away just a few lines above, when you
assert that you are too proud to confer a favour on me, and read Greek
Testament with me. What a funny chap you are! Can't you see, you
idiot, what a pleasure you give me? We shall have to compromise, and
I'll have to make some concession to your pride. Neither ---- nor I
know much about your section, but we could help you in your first part
papers. Of course, he could do it miles better than I can; but, all
the same, you are going to be my pupil. Promise me that you won't make
any arrangement with him until you have talked the matter over with me.
I'll make some compromise for the sake of your miserable pride, you
wretched creature.

Write to me soon again, if it isn't a great bore. I can't recall as
much as I could wish of your conversations with me. In fact, I have
the unpleasant feeling sometimes that I did too much of the talking!
But one or two things that you said to me live in {153} my memory, and
make me wish to be more fit to talk to you.

St. Moritz is much as usual. It is a strange little world in itself.
The comic and the tragic are blended weirdly together, and nature is
unimaginably beautiful. I wish you could see this snow. It has an
attraction for me, and I am sure it would have for you. I think you
understand more about the meaning of beauty than I do. When I see a
magnificent landscape, I want to share the sight with some one else. I
feel quite lonely when I am interpreting it alone. I wonder why that
is?

_To F. J. C._

Hotel Belvedere, St. Moritz: December 21, 1901.

Christmas seems to mean more to me, the longer that I live. I gaze
with bewilderment on that stupendous mystery of love--the v