I believe. I resist. Forever and ever.
HÔTEL MEMLING, BRUGES
QUARTER PAST FOUR IN THE MORNING, 12TH-XII-1931
Shot myself through the roof of my mouth at five A.M. this morning with V.A.’s Luger. But I saw you, my dear, dear fellow! How touched I am that you care so much! On the belfry’s lookout, yesterday, at sunset. Sheerest fluke you didn’t see me first. Had got to that last flight of stairs, when I saw a man in profile leaning on the balcony, gazing at the sea— recognized your natty gabardine coat, your one and only tribly. One more step up, you’d have seen me crouching in the shadows. You strolled to the north side— one turn my way, I would have been rumbled. Watched you for as long as I dared—a minute?— before pulling back and hotfooting it down to Earth. Don’t be cross. Thank you ever so for trying to find me.