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GUITRY Sacha (1885-1957)
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GUITRY Sacha (1885-1957)
MANUSCRIPT autograph signed "S.G.", L'Amour, [circa 1930?]| one volume in-8 of 17 pages in pencil and one in ink (the rest blank), bound in dark green morocco basane (spine faded), gold edges (label
Librairie Thibault in Fontainebleau).
Beginning of an unfinished and unpublished book on love.
It opens with a Preface: "For a long time I wanted to make a book on Love [...], but I didn't know how to take it or how to bring it to a successful conclusion. He decides to go ahead, following the "perpetual modification of my opinions", which change according to the moment, the mood. "Yes, I had to do this book from day to day, without ever going back, [...] each note had to be the very expression of my sincerity of the moment"...
Eight chapters, numbered from I to VIII, have been written, of unequal length. Let us quote the beginning of the first one: "Among the exquisite minutes of life, there is surely none sweeter than the one in which one feels that one is suddenly in love. You were worried, preoccupied, far away, you were a thousand miles away from foreseeing it - and suddenly, without warning, a being stood before you who subjugated you, delighted you, charmed you, and suddenly seemed to stand out of the world, in relief!". Etc.
At the end of the volume, turned over, one page in ink: "I am almost tortured by the fixed idea I have of writing what I think. And every time I take up the pen on this subject I am held back by the fear of misphrasing the things that come to my mind" . Etc
MANUSCRIPT autograph signed "S.G.", L'Amour, [circa 1930?]| one volume in-8 of 17 pages in pencil and one in ink (the rest blank), bound in dark green morocco basane (spine faded), gold edges (label
Librairie Thibault in Fontainebleau).
Beginning of an unfinished and unpublished book on love.
It opens with a Preface: "For a long time I wanted to make a book on Love [...], but I didn't know how to take it or how to bring it to a successful conclusion. He decides to go ahead, following the "perpetual modification of my opinions", which change according to the moment, the mood. "Yes, I had to do this book from day to day, without ever going back, [...] each note had to be the very expression of my sincerity of the moment"...
Eight chapters, numbered from I to VIII, have been written, of unequal length. Let us quote the beginning of the first one: "Among the exquisite minutes of life, there is surely none sweeter than the one in which one feels that one is suddenly in love. You were worried, preoccupied, far away, you were a thousand miles away from foreseeing it - and suddenly, without warning, a being stood before you who subjugated you, delighted you, charmed you, and suddenly seemed to stand out of the world, in relief!". Etc.
At the end of the volume, turned over, one page in ink: "I am almost tortured by the fixed idea I have of writing what I think. And every time I take up the pen on this subject I am held back by the fear of misphrasing the things that come to my mind" . Etc