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PROUST Marcel (1871-1922).
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PROUST Marcel (1871-1922).
L.A.S. "Marcel Proust", Réveillon par Courgivaux (Marne) [end of October or beginning of November 1895], to his "dear Léon" [DELAFOSSE]| 4 pages in-8 on Réveillon letterhead.
Lovely unpublished letter, during a stay with Reynaldo Hahn at the château de Réveillon, at the home of Madeleine Lemaire.
"I have seen your melodies at Madame Lemaire's, and especially one on a poem by Bourget which is one of the most enchanting things I know of. Four or five times a day I ask Reynaldo for it, and when he is not there, with a yelping voice and a single finger, I frighten the flowers of the dead springs and their lovely aromas with discordant questions that do not make them want to answer me where they are. All the others have their own charm, of golden clay or orchard.
And as for the one I consider a little like my daughter-in-law since I gave her my son, I find her, in spite of the susceptibility of the handsome fathers, without defects. I also sing her [...] and regret that my voice does not know how to rise like your melody to "heaven". He stays a few more days at Réveillon, where Delafosse is "very much in favour [...] It seems that you have done some very nice waltzes. Nevertheless, don't do too many things that don't contain verses by me! Only masterpieces fully inspire the artist"...
L.A.S. "Marcel Proust", Réveillon par Courgivaux (Marne) [end of October or beginning of November 1895], to his "dear Léon" [DELAFOSSE]| 4 pages in-8 on Réveillon letterhead.
Lovely unpublished letter, during a stay with Reynaldo Hahn at the château de Réveillon, at the home of Madeleine Lemaire.
"I have seen your melodies at Madame Lemaire's, and especially one on a poem by Bourget which is one of the most enchanting things I know of. Four or five times a day I ask Reynaldo for it, and when he is not there, with a yelping voice and a single finger, I frighten the flowers of the dead springs and their lovely aromas with discordant questions that do not make them want to answer me where they are. All the others have their own charm, of golden clay or orchard.
And as for the one I consider a little like my daughter-in-law since I gave her my son, I find her, in spite of the susceptibility of the handsome fathers, without defects. I also sing her [...] and regret that my voice does not know how to rise like your melody to "heaven". He stays a few more days at Réveillon, where Delafosse is "very much in favour [...] It seems that you have done some very nice waltzes. Nevertheless, don't do too many things that don't contain verses by me! Only masterpieces fully inspire the artist"...