5th April
In April 1934 he was thinking about hospitality. He wrote to the writer Christopher Isherwood about feeling a rather neglected guest in Virginia Woolf’s home. 'I am fed up with these two-day visits where I am left to myself’, he wrote, and put this style of hosting as ' a bit of sham modernity’. He tried to compare his own practice, but noted that he was never able to entertain anyway. He tried to compare Isherwood’s, but realised that 'you can get round that by suggesting I 'join’ you sometime somewhere’. 'Hospitality, where art thou? Gone down the general drain, perhaps.’ (Source: Selected Letters of E.M. Forster, ed. Mary Lago and P.N. Furbank (London: Collins, 1983-1985), letter of 7 April 1934)
