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LAFORGUE (Jules). 1860-1887.
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LAFORGUE Jules. (1860-1887).
L.A.S. to Theodore Lindenlaub. S.l.n.a. (Berlin, early May 1866). 8 pp. on bi-sheets in-8
. A very beautiful letter from Laforgue who wants to put an end to his stay in Berlin, where he had been Empress Augusta's reader since 1881| he tells his friend Lindenbaum, a journalist and pianist emeritus, of his dislike of the German capital after having lived there for five years, and of his plans for life in Paris. (...) My life in Berlin, always the same (...) He talks about his visits and his schedule this winter, his last one in Berlin|I've decided to make a big break this time (...) It's decided, very decided. I'll start shipping my books and knick-knacks to [Gustav] Kahn. I've had enough of this. The prospect of spending another winter here, between Oberwaldstrasse, Renz, Bauer, and the Brandburgerthor and the Schutzmann in front of my window and the tiny carts harnessed with famished rockets, and the guard house opposite, and all those heads of valets with favourites and café au lait gaiters, etc., etc., this prospect would sometimes drive me to go to the Mormons or to be castrated for the Sistine. It's my last winter ... He imagines his life back in Paris: I will arrive in Paris, I will rent a vague studio, very high up, one of those that painters no longer want. I will have 2000 francs, I'm ultra nippé, I have laundry. I'll buy sheets and a sofa bed, a large table, etc... some kitchen utensils (I'll make my own eggs, rice, coffee, 3 or 4 vegetables, which together with Liebig and olives must be the food of a sire of my temper). And I will live like this, ingenuously. I bring to Vanier a volume of verses "Incidents of the Truth about My Case", (which I will pay him 100 francs) on which (very clear and very seriously catechist) I am counting. And a pro-marriage novel (with the charm of legitimacy pivotal) etc., etc..., etc... If all these beautiful projects fail, I'd rather rot typographer in a basement than spend another winter here. Five years in front of
L.A.S. to Theodore Lindenlaub. S.l.n.a. (Berlin, early May 1866). 8 pp. on bi-sheets in-8
. A very beautiful letter from Laforgue who wants to put an end to his stay in Berlin, where he had been Empress Augusta's reader since 1881| he tells his friend Lindenbaum, a journalist and pianist emeritus, of his dislike of the German capital after having lived there for five years, and of his plans for life in Paris. (...) My life in Berlin, always the same (...) He talks about his visits and his schedule this winter, his last one in Berlin|I've decided to make a big break this time (...) It's decided, very decided. I'll start shipping my books and knick-knacks to [Gustav] Kahn. I've had enough of this. The prospect of spending another winter here, between Oberwaldstrasse, Renz, Bauer, and the Brandburgerthor and the Schutzmann in front of my window and the tiny carts harnessed with famished rockets, and the guard house opposite, and all those heads of valets with favourites and café au lait gaiters, etc., etc., this prospect would sometimes drive me to go to the Mormons or to be castrated for the Sistine. It's my last winter ... He imagines his life back in Paris: I will arrive in Paris, I will rent a vague studio, very high up, one of those that painters no longer want. I will have 2000 francs, I'm ultra nippé, I have laundry. I'll buy sheets and a sofa bed, a large table, etc... some kitchen utensils (I'll make my own eggs, rice, coffee, 3 or 4 vegetables, which together with Liebig and olives must be the food of a sire of my temper). And I will live like this, ingenuously. I bring to Vanier a volume of verses "Incidents of the Truth about My Case", (which I will pay him 100 francs) on which (very clear and very seriously catechist) I am counting. And a pro-marriage novel (with the charm of legitimacy pivotal) etc., etc..., etc... If all these beautiful projects fail, I'd rather rot typographer in a basement than spend another winter here. Five years in front of