MONTESQUIOU, Robert de (1855-1921), homme de lettres, poète et dandy, ami de Proust.

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MONTESQUIOU, Robert de (1855-1921), homme de lettres, poète et dandy, ami de Proust.
29 L.A.S. to the feminist writer Jeanne Loiseau (1854-1921). Neuilly, "castel d'Artagnan, Vic-en-Bigorre", Pau and Paris, 1906-1915. 113 pp. in-4 and in-8. Superb friendly, erudite and literary correspondence, which could be quoted in full. Evocation of their respective works, sending of verses, invitations to his conferences, parties, etc. in often very long letters." What I like even better is to please you. Our meetings have been nothing but happy. Have you noticed that? It's rare! And I think they will continue to do so. Long live Saint Orpheus!". "Read this little book. And if you think it's worth it, lend it to Lapauze, telling him the honor he'll do me, to point it out to his readers, as one would make of a dead funeral bouquet, between the dry foliage and the deflowering petals, chalices stubbornly remaining fresh, by the virtue of tears...". "I have read, with the greatest emotion, your admirable little tale, pathetic and charming, ample and collected, complicated and simple, a master's exercise, as difficult to carry out in writing as in drawing. It stages, and implements, with luminous clarity, one of those patriotic clicks, unnoticed by passers-by, and from which chance, or Providence, as you prefer - to give, to certain events, the appearance that they must, against all appearances, irremissibly, finally take on. We are even: I made you laugh... and you made me cry". "I was happy to see you, as the Emperor's sister, under your Sèvres blue and turquoise blue, enhanced with silver and gold, at that evening, otherwise imperial thinness". "I read your beautiful book. How clever you are, and happy to feel like an Eve, capable of transforming her own ribs into other Eves; a Pyrrha who, if one ventured to throw a stone at her, would in turn know how to throw it over her shoulder, in the form of a humanity whose vengeance she takes by making her
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