#edward marsh

"The wash of the water, the Derbyshire swaying in a long slow swell, going over so far, swinging back: ever and again going further, with a muffled musical clash of crockery far away in her depths, oscillating back again -- now and then an upward heave, and the slow sinking back. My eyes began to swim, and to see gassy clouds in the corridor, between the blobs of the dim safety lamps. They twinkled so electric blue. Wave upon wave of the smell of stabled humanity [...] Belches of gas come back up my throat -- hullo, I'll be sick if I stay here for ever..."

The Letters of T.E. Lawrence. No. 292, p. 502.

Later, on February 2nd, T.E. writes to Edward Marsh from Karachi:

"The voyage out on a trooper (H.M.T. Derbyshire) was something vigorous in the way of experience. Your improper department has ruled that at sea three airmen can be packed into the airspace of two sailors. Kindly meant, no doubt, to keep us warm and comfortable. But in the Red Sea and the Gulf, we grew sick of each other's smell."

The Letters of T.E. Lawrence. No. 295, p. 505.

Finally, the wonderful image of T.E. exists online, but not (as far as I can find) in any higher quality. So, here we go.