Also this year you talked of Elgar, and the newspapers said that he was ill.
If you see him will you present my constant pleasure in his music, whether human rendered or from my box? Nobody who makes sounds gets so inside my defences as he does, with his 2nd Symphony and Violin Concerto. Say that if the 3rd Symphony has gone forward from those, it will be a thrill to ever so many of us. He was inclined to grumble that the rewards of making music were not big, in the bank-book sense; but by now he should be seeing that bank-books will not interest him much longer. I feel more and more, as I grow older, the inclination to throw everything away and live on air. We all allow ourselves to need too much.
—T.E. Lawrence to Mrs Charlotte Shaw, August 23, 1933
I read your [Beethoven’s] 9th Symphony score very often, trying to keep pace with the records. Music, alas, is very difficult. So are all the decencies of life.
—T.E. Lawrence to H.A. Ford, April 18, 1929
Lawrence carved the lintel above the door of his Clouds Hill cottage to read οὐ φροντὶς (“does not care”), referring to the story of Hippocleides as told by Herodotus. Elgar did not live to complete his 3rd Symphony, the commission of which had been partially arranged by Bernard Shaw. “We were too late for that Third Symphony after all,” Lawrence wrote Charlotte Shaw.