A journal belonging to Caitlin Thomas, Dylan Thomas’ wife, is among 40 manuscripts and inscribed first editions being sold. They are valued at £250,000, according to The Times.
Two years after Thomas died in 1953, Caitlin writes: “Oh God, oh Dylan, it must be cold down there; it is cold enough on top, in November: the dirtiest month of the year that killed you on the ninth vile day. If only I could take you a bowl of your bread, and milk, and salt, that you always drank at night, to warm you up. I am not going into that waste allotment of a T. S. Eliot elegy of a cemetery. Dylan will have to move up, in his single ditch, snug under the cliff, and make room for me; then we can keep each other warm, or cold, or maggot breeding.”
