37. H. F. Scott-Stokes to Harrod, [1930?]
[Undated - the year of his mother's death - 1930?]
Oh, `Vienti, Galilaee', that's all - My dear Mother, shortly before she died last January, collected herself for one last assault upon my soul (un-beknownst to me), & I can only say that in the face of all convenience & commonsense she succeeded; & if that doesn't make you believe in the efficacy of prayer, I don't know what will! And that's that. I can't tell you how odd it feels after all these years - but also I find in it a queer & unaccountable joy at times, which oughtn't to be ignored.
As to de-nigration [? CSS] - if you are busy about a new Bodleian, I am concerned with a Library for the Borough - one room 14' x 9', to take a thousand books or so! There's triviality for you!
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