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All this I did without you–Gerald Durrell
My Darling McGeorge,
You said that things seemed clearer when they were written down.Well, here with a very boring letter, in which I will try to put everything down so that you may read and re-read it at a horror at your folly in getting involved with me. Deep breath.
To begin with, I love you with a depth and passion that I have felt for no one else in this life. And if it astonishes you, it astonishes me as well. Not, I hasten to say, because you are not worthy of loving. Far from it, it’s just that, first of all, I swore I would not get involved with another woman. Secondly, I have never had such a feeling before and it’s almost frightening. Thirdly, I would have never thought it possible that another human being could occupy my waking and sleeping thoughts to the exclusion of almost everything else. Fourthly, I never thought that even if one was in love, one could get so completely besotted with another person so that a minute away from them felt like a thousand years. Fifthly , I never hoped, aspired, dreamed that one could find everything one wanted in one person. I was not such an idiot to believe this was possible. Yet in you, I found everyting I want. You are beautiful, gay, giving, gentle, idiotically and deliciously feminine, sexy, wonderfully intelligent and wonderfully silly as well. I want nothing else in this life than to be with you. To listen and watch you, your beautiful voice your beauty. To argue with you, to laugh with you, to show you things and share things with you, to explore your magnificent mind, to explore your wonderful body, to help you, protect you, serve you and bat you on the head when I think you are wrong. Not to put too fine a point on it, I consider that I am the only man outside mythology to have found the crock of gold at the rainbow’s end.
But having said all that, let us consider things in detail. Don’t let this become public but, well, I have one or two faults. Minor ones, I hasten to say. For example, I am inclined to be overbearing. I do it for the best possible motives. All tyrants say that. But I do tend, without thinking, to tread people underfoot. You must tell me when I am doing it to you, my sweet, because it can be a very bad thing in a marriage. Right, second blemish. This actually is not so much a blemish of characters as a blemish of circumstance. Darling, I want you to be you in your own right. And I will do everything I can to help you in this. But you must take into consideration that I am also me in my own right, and that I have a head start on you. What I am trying to say is that you must not feel offended if you are sometimes treated simply as my wife.Always remember that what you lose on the swings you gain on the roundabouts. But I am one established creature in the world, so on occasions, you will have to live in my shadow. Nothing gives me less pleasure than this, but it is a fact of life that has to be faced. Third, and very important and nasty, blemish, Jealousy. I don’t think you know what jealousy is, thank God, in the real sense of the word. I know that you have felt jealousy over Lincoln’s wife and child, but this is what I call normal jealousy. And this, to my regret, is not what I’ve got. What I have got, is a black monster that con prevent my good sense, my good humor, and any goodness that I have in my make-up. It is really a Jekyll and Hyde situation. My Hyde is stronger than my good sense and defeats me, hard though i try. As I told you, I have always known that this lurks within me, but I could control it, and my monster slumbered and nothing happens to awake it. And then I met you, and I felt my monster stir and become half-awake when you told me about Lincoln and others you have known.And with your letter, my monster came out of its lair, black, irrational, bigoted, stupid, evil and malevolent. You will never know how terribly corrosive jealousy is. It’s a physical pain as though you have swallowed acid or red hot coals. It is the most terrible of feelings. But you can’t help it. At least I can’t and God knows I’ve tried. I don’t want any ex-boyfriends sitting in church when I marry you. On our wedding day I want nothing but happiness, both for you and me. And I know I won’t be happy of there is a church full of your ex-conquests. When I marry you, I will have no past, only a future. I don’t want to drag my past into our future. And I don’t want you to do it, either. But remember I am jealous of you because I love you. You are never jealousy of something you don’t care about. Ok, enough about jealousy.
Now let me tell you something. I have seen a thousand sunsets and sunrises, on land where it floods forest and mountains with honey-colored light, at sea where it rises and sets like a blood orange in a multi-colored nest of cloud slipping in and out of the vast ocean. I’ve seen a thousand moons, harvest moons like gold coins, winter moons as white as ice chips, new moons like baby swans’ feathers. I’ve seen seas as smooth as if painted, colored like shot silk or blue as a kingfisher, or transparent as glass, or black and crumpled with foam, moving ponderously and murderously. I felt winds straight from the South Pole, bleak and wailing like a lost child, winds as tender and warm as a lover’s breath, winds that carried the astringent smell of salt and the death of seaweeds, winds that carried the moist rich smell of a forest floor, the smell of a million flowers. Fierce winds that churned and moved the sea like yeast, or winds that made the waters lap at the shore like a kitten. I have known silence, the cold, earthy silence at the bottom of a newly dug well, the implacable stony silence of a deep cave, the hot drugged midday silence, when everything is hypnotized and stilled into silence by the eye of the sun, the silence when great music ends. I’ve heard summer cicadas cry so that the sound seems stitched into your bones. I’ve heard tree frogs in an orchestration as complicated as Bach singing in a forest lit by a million emerald fireflies. I have heard the Keas calling over the grey glaciers that groaned to themselves like old people as they inched their way to the sea. I have heard the hoarse street vendor cries of the mating Fur seals as they sang to their sleek golden wives, the crisp staccato admonishment of the Rattlesnake, the cobweb squeak of the Bat and the belling roar of the red deer knee-deep in purple heather. I have heard wolves baying at a winter’s moon, red howlers making the forest vibrate with their roaring cries. I have heard the squeak, purr and grunt of a hundred multi-colored reef fishes. I have seen humming birds flashing like opals round a tree of scarlet blooms, humming like a top. I have seen flying fish, skittering like quicksilver across the blue waves, drawing silver lines on the surface with their tails. I have seen Spoonbills flying home to roost like a scarlet banner across the sky. I have seen whales, black as tar, cushioned on a cornflower blue sea, creating a Versailles of a fountain with their breath. I have watched butterflies emerge and sit, trembling, while the sun irons their wings smooth. I have watched tigers, like flames, mating in the long grass. I have been dive-bombed by an angry raven, black and glossy as the Devil’s hoof. I have lain in water warm as milk, soft as silk, while around me played a host of Dolphins. I have met a thousand animals and seen a thousand wonderful things. All this I did without you. This was my loss. All this I want to do with you. This will be my gain. All this I would gladly have forgone for the sake of one minute of your company,for your laugh, your voice, your eyes, hair, lips, body. And above all for your sweet, ever surprising mind which is an enchanting quarry in which it is my privilege to delve.
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