FLAUBERT Gustave (1821-1880). - Lot 62

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FLAUBERT Gustave (1821-1880). - Lot 62
FLAUBERT Gustave (1821-1880). L.A.S. "G.", Saturday night [July 3, 1852], to Louise COLET; 5 pages in-4, envelope with red wax seal with her number. A very beautiful and long love letter to his mistress, while Flaubert is struggling with the writing of Madame Bovary. "Your last letters are very sad, poor Louise. You seem to me discouraged. Don't go down. You were so well a while ago. I like to know that you are calm there, while I am here. - There are many moments when if I could fly to you, to go and kiss your beautiful & good face, when I imagine it sad, and dreaming alone about a thousand miseries of life, I would do it, go, and I would come back. - Hope, hope, everything is there. The sails do not go without wind, the hearts fall when the breath misses them. I have been quite sluggish all this week when I have done about a page. How I long for this first part to be finished. I am almost convinced that it is too long & yet I see nothing to cut out. There are so many important little things to say. - Since yesterday evening, however, and especially today, things are better. The good weather is undoubtedly the reason. This sun has delighted me, - and this evening the moon. - I feel freshly rejuvenated"... As for Maxime DU CAMP, he "answered me a kindly & distressed letter. I sent him back another of the same barrel (of vinegar). I believe that he will feel the dizziness of such a blow for a long time and that he will keep it to himself. I am very good-natured up to a certain point, up to a boundary (that of my freedom) that one does not cross. - But as he wanted to encroach on my most personal territory, I backed him into his corner & away from him. - As he told me that we owed it to others, that we had to help each other, etc., that I had a mission and other phrases, after having expressed to him clearly that I didn't care about everything & everyone, I added "The others will therefore do without my lights. I ask them on the other hand that they do not poison me with their candles" and the same ink for four pages. - I am a Barbarian, I have the muscular apathy, the nervous languor, the green eyes and the high height. But I also have the impulse, the stubbornness, the irascibility. All of us Normans have a little cider in our veins. It is a sour and fermented drink and which sometimes makes jump the bung "... Then he speaks about MUSSET: "the bottom of all that it is the Pose! - For the Pose all is useful, oneself, the others, the sun, the tombs, etc. one makes feeling on all, and the poor women the three quarters of the time are taken there. It is to give a good idea of him that he said to you Try, I exchanged of the Italian women (which idea of Italian women is associated with that of volcano, one always sees Vesuvius under their skirt. - Wrong! The Italian woman is close to the Oriental woman - and is soft on the buttocks/soft at mass as old Rabelais would have said. - But anyway, it's a received idea) while the poor boy just can't satisfy his laundress. - It is to appear a man of ardent passions that he said I, I am jealous, I would kill a woman etc. - One does not kill women one is afraid of the Court of Assizes. He did not kill G. Sand. It is to seem a lurron that he said: Yesterday I almost knocked out a journalist. Yes, almost, because he was held up. - It is perhaps the other one who would have knocked him out. It is to seem a scholar that he said I read Homer like Racine. There are not twenty people in Paris who are capable of it. - And of those who do it for a living. But when one addresses people who have never studied the aforementioned Greek, one believes you. It reminds me of that good Gautier saying to me "I know Latin as we knew it in the M. Age", and the next day I find on his table a translation of Spinosa - "Why don't you read it in the original - ah it's too difficult". How one lies! How one lies in this world. In short, the arms stretched out to the trees and the dithyrambic regrets of her lost youth seem to me to come from the same bag. - She will be moved, she will want (she will say to herself) to save me to raise me. She will put her pride in it. The women with strong pretensions let themselves be taken with these sophisms, and one jokes the tears in the eyes. - Finally, as a bouquet of fireworks, dazzle of debauchery, fire demons (pr say bitches) etc., etc. - but I gave in all that also me! at 18 years! I also believed that alcohol and brothel inspired. I have sometimes, like this great man, eaten a lot of money in one go at mythological processions, but I found it all as silly as the rest - & as empty. You have to be a poor man to stick to it. One is quickly fed up with it. If I am such a wise man in the venereal sense, it is because I passed early on through a debauchery superior to my age and intentionally in order to know. - There are p
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