Interessantes Konvolut von 96 eigenh. Briefen m. U. an M. und Mme Lucien Corpechot.
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Great correspondence with the journalist Lucien Corpechot, also known under his pen name Curtius, and his wife. August 4, 1907. Her article is “a strong bulwark built against foreign arrogance”... However, she preaches indulgence for Gabriel Monod's germanophilia based on “his master and mine, the beloved Michelet”... [Rome, May 3, 1908]. “Sublime evening yesterday at the Forum, with charming anthology of latin poetry; picked a small fig on the Via Sacra, laurel at Cesar's pyre, roses at the pools of the House of the Vestals”... [Strasbourg, October 19, 1908]. “I will leave Alsace for Paris tomorrow, this land so deep, so brave, and which taught me so much”... [Strasbourg, January 22, 1909]. She dictates summaries of Corpechot's articles to “an old Alsatian miss whose Darwinism and Quintonism will forever confuse the brain”... [February 10, 1909]: “i have been having the flu of the flus over the past few days, despite being distraught of sneezing i've been reading some nice articles, the so fascinating Dante which represents well the rousing honor of its eternal nature, - the moving considerations on Colette and Lorraine, on the offended Versailles, eventually the military article; - the limpid course of your narration is a walking path which leads us to the banks of diverse landscapes of the mind, as before Pascal's flow”... [September 28, 1909]. It would be a pleasure to meet him again “in a 109 where your visit will close the reading because the following day i'll leave this accommodation where your presence has often been welcome. - Given that I don't know the articles, I envy Vogüé which I knew has been sympathizing to you”... [May 23, 1909]. “I refuse to describe the mystery I feel between the fitting of Mirèio costumes, the fatigue and the misanthropy!”... [June 10, 1910]. “Life in Paris is fatal for tired poets, I wish I could live on a barge in Rouen. What an unnecessary overexertion!”... Saturday [March 7, 1914]. “I'll do my best. I have no aptitude to write an article at all, it would be easier for me to finish a volume of poetry and ten novels”... Thursday [April 9, 1914]. In Aix-en-Provence she feels “afflicted” by poetry: “ Rousseau and Lamartine are sighing at the top of their lungs into my ears!”... Sunday [March 11, 1923]. “Life is clearly stupid since we don't see each other anymore, in spite of our old faithful friendship, and even the gatherings I am sometimes participating in haven't united us! - Let's not abandon it to its fate, let's take the reins. [January 6, 1926]: “i feel that the friends that I am still surrounded with when the extraordinary companions have left me in exile on earth, - have told you my sadness about your oblivion. - So much past, so many memories, twisted thoughts, - and then silence. - I never did find out if you got my last book [Les Éblouissements] I sent you. - My mind which is not in this world anymore was saddened”... Besides, congratulations on her writings (including a book “of light, substantial and deep gravity”), memories of the Dreyfus affair, appreciation of Ibsen's Rosmersholm, evocations of Gaulois, of L’Éclair and of the Revue des Deux Mondes… One will also find names such as Claude Anet, Léon Bailby, André Beaunier, Marcellin Berthelot, Madame Greffulhe, Marie-Thérèse de Guerne, Jules Lemaître, Marguerite de Pierrebourg, Madame Poincaré, Thureau-Dangin and Colette Yver.