Correspondence with Sri Aurobindo
The Complete Set
Nishikanta sends another poem. He is determined to go at you with his literary volleys.
Kept them till tomorrow, (???) Am racing with time to get work finished before 8 a.m. in the morning, so no time to receive today's volley.
J says she has been feeling terribly lonely for the last few days, had a terrible impulse to go away.
The usual terrible seems to have come simultaneously to you, D and her after leaving some others.
She says that if it happens off and on, it would be a hard job to stick.
Some people had it terribly once a week or even once a day for months together, yet they stuck or got stuck.
But what is this loneliness due to? Her isolation?
No way. It is the usual hubbub of the vital. D used to get this “loneliness” in the full swing of his tea parties, concerts and daily meetings. Nothing to do with isolation. Many isolated people don't feel lonely at all.
When a person with few or no friends, comes to see you, how to turn your face away? If any disturbance results from it I can bear if it is helpful, but when it becomes too frequent it'll be unbearable.
Let us hope it will not be too frequent. don't want you to fall again either into the flummocks and the flumps or into the dumps. Don't look for these words, at least the first two in the dictionary, they aren't there – my own Joycean neologisms.