George Bernard Shaw to Elena Terry

The Lovers
George Bernard Shaw
(1856-1950)
was born into an impoverished branch of the Irish landed gentry. In 1876 he came to London to work as a journalist and arts critic, struggled for some years, but eventually embarked on a literary career. His first novels written in the 1880's, were all failures, but he gained fame in other areas: as a socialist pamphleteer, a critic, an orator, and a campaigning vegetarian. In the 1890's, inspired by Ibsen, he began to write modern comic drama, which was hugely successful. Over the following years, his plays--including Arms and the Man (1894), Candida (1897), and John Bull's Other Island (1904)--became internationally admired. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1925 following the publication of his most acclaimed play, St. Joan, in 1924. Shaw was 94 when he died, attributing longevity to his vegetarian lifestyle.
Ellen Terry
(1847-1928)
was the most celebrated actress of her generation. After several false starts and two broken marriages, she began, in 1878 a 24 year partnership with the actor Sir Henry Irving, as his leading lady. The couple became famous internationally for their Shakespearean productions, but their partnership on stage was never formalized in marriage. When Irving's affection for her began to fade, Ellen began the famous "paper courtship" with Shaw. After the correspondence petered out she married in 1907 for the third and last time. Her new husband American actor James Carew; he was some 30 years younger than Ellen and the marriage soon broke up. She continued her career on the stage, in films, and as a Shakespearean lecturer, and was made a Dame Grand Cross of the British Empire in the year Shaw became a Nobel Laureate.


The midnight train--gets to Dorking at 1 (a.m.) 14th-15th June 1897--stopping just now, but will joggle like mad presently

Do you read these jogged scrawls, I wonder. I think of your poor eyes, and resolve to tear what I have written up: then I look out at the ghostly country and the beautiful night, and I cannot bring myself to read a miserable book...Yes, as you guess, Ellen, I am having a bad attack of you just at present. I am restless; and a man's restlessness always means a woman; and my restlessness means Ellen. And your conduct is often shocking. Today I was wandering somewhere...when I glanced at a shop window; and there you were--oh disgraceful and abandoned--in your third Act
Sans Gene dress--a mere waistband--laughing wickedly, and saying maliciously: "Look have restless one, at your pillow, at what you are really thinking about." How can you look Window and Grove's camera in the face with such thoughts in your head and almost nothing on...
    Oh fie, fie, let me get away from this stuff, which you have been listening to all your life, & despise--though indeed, dearest Ellen, these silly longings stir up great waves of tenderness in which there is no guile.
    I shall find a letter from you when I get back to Lotus, shall I not? Reigate we are at now; and it's a quarter to one. In ten minutes, Dorking station; in seventeen minutes thereafter, Lotus, and a letter. Only a letter, perhaps not even that. O Ellen, what will you say when the Recording Angel asks you why one of your sins have my name to them?



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Famous Love Letters
Messages of Intimacy and Passion
Edited by Ronald Tamplin
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