To Susan Sturgis de Sastre
Oxford, England. Aug. 13, 1901
Dear Susie,
I have given up all idea of going even to Paris this year, and expect to remain here until I sail. It is a disappointment not to see you, but on the whole it seems best to put off that trip for another year, as I am in the midst of steady work and well and happy in this place. It has rained more or less lately so that the air is fresh and the country like an emerald. I drive about a good deal with some friends of mine, one of whom is a horse-dealer and the other (his brother) an actor. The horse-dealer runs a coach and four to Blenheim twice a week and sometimes takes me when he is driving himself. You may think this very low company for a philosopher to keep, but you would be quite mistaken. He is a gentleman and in fact a great swell who has taken to keeping horses as the most congenial possible business.
England is full of singular people of that sort. I have also been seeing something of Anglican monks who have a toy monastery here where they work in the garden with an expression of self-conscious beatitude on their faces. These contrasted types (I was introduced to the monks by the actor) keep me amused when I need a little change from my books and papers, so that I am having a good vacation and at the same time doing considerable work. England is not, as you naughtily say, the best possible world but it is the best actual country, and a great rest after America.
What you say about Rafael makes me very sorry for the poor chap; he must be feeling rather sore. Farming is a good thing, but I am afraid there is not enough at Zorita for so many candidates as you have at home. You must tell us in your letters how the new projects for a carrera turn out.
Give my love to the family and tell them I hope to see them all next year.
Your affectionate brother, George
From The Letters of George Santayana: Book One, [1868]-1909. Cambridge, MA: The MIT Press, 2001.
Location of manuscript: Alderman Library, University of Virginia at Charlottesville