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STENDHAL (1783 - 1842)
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STENDHAL (1783 - 1842)
L.A.S. "Henri," [Brunswick 1807], to his sister Pauline BEYLE in Grenoble| 2 1/4 pages in-4, address with postmarks and red wax seal.
"This German language is the cawing of crows| I began this morning to learn it, to get me out of trouble on my journey. Press my grandfather to write to Mr. D[aru] in the sense said. [...]
At the moment I will tell you that I am, I think, happy to have so much to do: my soul still has the bad habit of loving, and my reason tells me that it is absurd. Except for you, I see nothing worthy of being loved| besides, my contempt for human scoundrels increases considerably: they still amuse me like monkeys playing pranks. I am tired of ridicule, so much care must be taken not to lose the spectacle of one. When I am bored I ask my stomach for pleasure.
Farewell| I am pushed by a wallet whose horrible mouth is the abyss where my rest of all the day will be lost. The people with whom I make the conversation are so dry that I have pleasure to make my imagination go. I can no longer read Duclos, who gave me so much pleasure in
Paris, where I had sweet feelings| I have an indigestion of dryness| I read Ancillon. I have twenty pages to write to you, not a moment!
Farewell, love me as I love you, it is difficult"...
General correspondence, t. I, n° 265.
L.A.S. "Henri," [Brunswick 1807], to his sister Pauline BEYLE in Grenoble| 2 1/4 pages in-4, address with postmarks and red wax seal.
"This German language is the cawing of crows| I began this morning to learn it, to get me out of trouble on my journey. Press my grandfather to write to Mr. D[aru] in the sense said. [...]
At the moment I will tell you that I am, I think, happy to have so much to do: my soul still has the bad habit of loving, and my reason tells me that it is absurd. Except for you, I see nothing worthy of being loved| besides, my contempt for human scoundrels increases considerably: they still amuse me like monkeys playing pranks. I am tired of ridicule, so much care must be taken not to lose the spectacle of one. When I am bored I ask my stomach for pleasure.
Farewell| I am pushed by a wallet whose horrible mouth is the abyss where my rest of all the day will be lost. The people with whom I make the conversation are so dry that I have pleasure to make my imagination go. I can no longer read Duclos, who gave me so much pleasure in
Paris, where I had sweet feelings| I have an indigestion of dryness| I read Ancillon. I have twenty pages to write to you, not a moment!
Farewell, love me as I love you, it is difficult"...
General correspondence, t. I, n° 265.