Null Marcel PAGNOL (1895-1974)

Autograph letter signed "Marcel", Paris December…
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Marcel PAGNOL (1895-1974) Autograph letter signed "Marcel", Paris December 28 (c.1920). 1 p. in-4 in black ink. Several stains (of coffee?) without obstacle to a good reading of the text. Beautiful letter full of humor and affection addressed by Pagnol to his friend Julien Coutelen who remained in Marseilles while he was taking his first steps in the literary world in Paris with Jean Ballard Julius, I have been waiting a long time for you to write to me. You don't do anything about it, you dirty bourgeois full of love and comfort. So I begin. I am installed in a hotel at the top of the Montmartre hill ? A charmingly intimate hotel, because the neighbors can't manage to hide from me the subject of their dinners. The corridor, a fragrant river, carries the scent of fried mackerel and the smell of roasted sausages. What to do? Tell you about it, and don't think about it anymore. With your usual intelligence, you will understand that I am lying to you if I tell you that I often think of you [...] What is Germaine doing? If she grows old, if she loses her charm little by little, warn me progressively so that when I return I won't have to deal with too many painful emotions. It is true that she has plenty of time. I think of her faces when they filled my eyes with green things. Simone embraces her wholeheartedly, and me too, a little fraternally, a little libidinously. That this adverb is pretty! How these three i's are tapered! Tell her to write me a little about her impressions of you. Ballard is here. He takes the subway like you and me, and bamboozles people just like on the Madeleine. We have seen many important people together who have received us very well. Write to me, I will cry. I embrace you like a good bugger that you are, pig, bastard, flutist [...]

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Marcel PAGNOL (1895-1974) Autograph letter signed "Marcel", Paris December 28 (c.1920). 1 p. in-4 in black ink. Several stains (of coffee?) without obstacle to a good reading of the text. Beautiful letter full of humor and affection addressed by Pagnol to his friend Julien Coutelen who remained in Marseilles while he was taking his first steps in the literary world in Paris with Jean Ballard Julius, I have been waiting a long time for you to write to me. You don't do anything about it, you dirty bourgeois full of love and comfort. So I begin. I am installed in a hotel at the top of the Montmartre hill ? A charmingly intimate hotel, because the neighbors can't manage to hide from me the subject of their dinners. The corridor, a fragrant river, carries the scent of fried mackerel and the smell of roasted sausages. What to do? Tell you about it, and don't think about it anymore. With your usual intelligence, you will understand that I am lying to you if I tell you that I often think of you [...] What is Germaine doing? If she grows old, if she loses her charm little by little, warn me progressively so that when I return I won't have to deal with too many painful emotions. It is true that she has plenty of time. I think of her faces when they filled my eyes with green things. Simone embraces her wholeheartedly, and me too, a little fraternally, a little libidinously. That this adverb is pretty! How these three i's are tapered! Tell her to write me a little about her impressions of you. Ballard is here. He takes the subway like you and me, and bamboozles people just like on the Madeleine. We have seen many important people together who have received us very well. Write to me, I will cry. I embrace you like a good bugger that you are, pig, bastard, flutist [...]

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