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PROUST Marcel (1871-1922).

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PROUST Marcel (1871-1922).
L.A.S. "Marcel", [January 1922], to his "dearest Clément" de MAUGNY| 12 pages in-8.
Long letter to his friend who wants to join the League of Nations.
"I have just received your letter which literally overwhelms me with its cha
- grin. What I would not give to be spared the worries I have myself. [...] From now on I do not want to delude you.
I fear that the League of Nations is one (I mean a place in the League of Nations). I will take care of it nevertheless"... He then cites the case of a young man of his acquaintance in the same situation, whose efforts had been unsuccessful. "This young man [...] is of a remarkable intelligence and nature. Moreover, he has the most brilliant connections in the world. In spite of this he did not succeed, or at least had not succeeded when I last saw him a long time ago, for my health is getting worse and worse and I rarely leave my bed, hardly once a month. Again this summer I went seven months without getting up"...
He then tells of his steps at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs where he had a friend [Paul MORAND]: "He is still there but you know how much the repercussions of politics modify the situation of individuals, and I do not know if he has the influence that he had then"... He was ready to take the matter [the succession of the Countess de Maugny] in hand. As for the Minister of Romania, "I hardly know him, I saw him many years ago, I found him very cold and I doubt if he has much sympathy for me. His name is Daeschner"...
He is worried that Clement has not received his letter: "It remains a mystery.
How did you not get my letter. I write so rarely, because of my condition, that I do not answer anyone, and one cannot forget to put a letter from me in the post, especially one addressed to you, for my maid has kept, since the time I lived in Haussmann, a real adoration for you. This cannot surprise you, as your grace and simplicity have always won everyone over. He is "very sad to learn that your happiness, so assured by your charming wife, is being mourned by these absurd and lamentable events. I am very sorry [...] Thank you for what you tell me about my books. Alas, my publisher (this is between us) could not pay me (I ask you to be absolutely discreet, for it would be detrimental to him), otherwise things would take care of themselves without the need to look for a situation for you...
Correspondence, vol. XXI, p. 35