Have we not the principal treasure? These endless discussions as to what may or may not be lacking seems mean & belittling sometimes: forgive me for raising them so often."
written sometime in 1910, by the oft times petulant artist Henry Lamb to Ottoline Morrell.
Lamb would be one of many men in Ottoline's life.
Of their relationship she wrote:
"I was much older than He, and I had the instinct that I had Something in me which would supply what He needed, some ingredient in which He was Lacking. It was perhaps a half maternal instinct that pushed me towards this twisted and interesting Creature."
One of Ottoline's fatal flaws & the very one that makes her life so interesting-she thought she could save them all. That she was Muse to many there is no doubt. It is this overreaching she expressed in this journal entry that was cause for much of the terror Lamb would exhibit and express to his Divine- as would the many others she wanted to save.
sketches of Lady Ottoline Morrell by Henry Lamb