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VERLAINE PAUL (1844-1896)
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VERLAINE PAUL (1844-1896)
AUTOGRAPHIC MANUSCRIT signed "Paul Verlaine", Chronique de l'hôpital, [1891]| 2 pages large in-8 on administrative paper of the Assistance publique (small cracks in the folds repaired with gummed paper).
Chronicle of one of Verlaine's many hospital stays.
[Published in the March 20, 1891, review Le Chat noir, it was collected in Mes Hôpitaux (Léon Vanier, 1891), where it is the fourth of the Hospital Chronicles]. The manuscript shows erasures and corrections. "The bed I occupy this time at Labrousse Hospital, which bears the number 27 bis of the Seigle Room, has this peculiarity that, from the memory of the sick, none of those who have slept there, except for two or three originals of whom I will perhaps add to the number, has died there, and this, with a touching regularity of example given and followed. Such a funereal privilege is not without surrounding this too hospitable bed with a vaguely respectful consideration [...] I had no choice. It was a question of taking or leaving. In a sense, leaving would have almost tempted me, while taking was to avoid worse lodgings, and I took. [...] He was there, my predecessor, when I entered the room. Neither beautiful nor ugly, nor indeed anything. A long, narrow form, wrapped in a sheet with a knot under the neck, and no cross on the chest, right on the mattress on the iron bed without curtains [...] A stretcher, called a domino box, [...] the package was put on it and off to the amphitheatre. A few moments later I was installed in the "dustbin", which had just been used as a mortuary [...] Moreover, it's extraordinary, really, how here one becomes familiar with this thing that is at first sight familiar and terrible and yet so banally consoling and liberating, death. [...] One is almost afraid, the poor inoffensive corpse is frightening or like. [...] Since then, even before my current mistoufles, the sad and so stupid! experience has kept me like these kinds of delicious, deep down, emotions. But, by golly, I have made progress in scepticism"... Etc.
AUTOGRAPHIC MANUSCRIT signed "Paul Verlaine", Chronique de l'hôpital, [1891]| 2 pages large in-8 on administrative paper of the Assistance publique (small cracks in the folds repaired with gummed paper).
Chronicle of one of Verlaine's many hospital stays.
[Published in the March 20, 1891, review Le Chat noir, it was collected in Mes Hôpitaux (Léon Vanier, 1891), where it is the fourth of the Hospital Chronicles]. The manuscript shows erasures and corrections. "The bed I occupy this time at Labrousse Hospital, which bears the number 27 bis of the Seigle Room, has this peculiarity that, from the memory of the sick, none of those who have slept there, except for two or three originals of whom I will perhaps add to the number, has died there, and this, with a touching regularity of example given and followed. Such a funereal privilege is not without surrounding this too hospitable bed with a vaguely respectful consideration [...] I had no choice. It was a question of taking or leaving. In a sense, leaving would have almost tempted me, while taking was to avoid worse lodgings, and I took. [...] He was there, my predecessor, when I entered the room. Neither beautiful nor ugly, nor indeed anything. A long, narrow form, wrapped in a sheet with a knot under the neck, and no cross on the chest, right on the mattress on the iron bed without curtains [...] A stretcher, called a domino box, [...] the package was put on it and off to the amphitheatre. A few moments later I was installed in the "dustbin", which had just been used as a mortuary [...] Moreover, it's extraordinary, really, how here one becomes familiar with this thing that is at first sight familiar and terrible and yet so banally consoling and liberating, death. [...] One is almost afraid, the poor inoffensive corpse is frightening or like. [...] Since then, even before my current mistoufles, the sad and so stupid! experience has kept me like these kinds of delicious, deep down, emotions. But, by golly, I have made progress in scepticism"... Etc.