We did not separate as a rule till after midnight, as supper at Willis' had to wind up the entrancing day.

That was my life for those three months, every single day, except during the four days when you went abroad.

I then, of course, had to go over to Calais to fetch you back.

For one of my nature and temperament it was a position at once grotesque and tragic.
You surely must realise that now.

You must see now that your incapacity of being alone: your nature so exigent in its persistent claim on the attention and time of others: your lack of any power of sustained intellectual concentration: the unfortunate accident--for I like to think it was no more--that you had not been able to acquire the "Oxford temper" in intellectual matters, never, I mean, been one who could play gracefully with ideas, but had arrived at violence of opinion merely--that all these things, combined with the fact that your desires and your interests were in Life, not in Art, were as destructive to your own progress in culture as they were to my work as an artist.