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Louis-Ferdinand CÉLINE. L.A.S. "LFC", Copenhagen March 14, 1947, to Marcel Aymé; 6pages in-fol. Long letter from exile, the only known one addressed to Marcel Aymé (who passed it on to J.-G. Daragnès; Mr. Aymé used to tear up the letters he received after reading them). The letter from his "old man" did him "an immense amount of good, for I am often allowed to believe that heaven and earth and hell are united and especially and "totally" against the wretched object I represent. Perhaps one day I'll be able to tell you everything Lucette and I have endured and are still enduring in terms of prison, "friends", cabals, illness... and so on. I assure you that the 'enemies' are well avenged!" He sent Zuloaga a document taking stock of his situation. He mentions a draft petition in his favor by "French writers and artists [...] This is precisely what I'm being criticized for - that I'm alone - that no one is raising their voice in my defense. You'd think that the youtres, meanwhile, wouldn't mind damning me, and with what insistence, what relentlessness. Not all of them, however, since Milton Hindus, from Chicago, is mounting a counter-offensive on my behalf", and his Danish lawyer Thorwald Mikkelsen is defending him "inch by inch (and philosemitic though he is) against the jackals here", notably the French ambassador Guy de Charbonnières, "a young Vichy asshole, [...] certainly ½ Jewish. He whitens himself by hunting me down with red balls". There's also the lawyer Hovitz, who would like to have him handed over to French justice... But "impossible to find serious facts of "treason"! And how we wish! What a dance of the scalp! What a bamboozle! We were already dancing! You bet we were! But I'm still ¾ done and Lucette too!"... Etc. Then he announces the operation on Bébert (his cat), "a brave little father who never left us - except to go to prison with him for a few days!" He evokes Descartes, "dead 2 steps from here at Christine's in exile. The snow killed him. If you could see what he's falling! But wickedness kills much better than snow"... L'Année Céline 2008, p.74.
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Louis-Ferdinand CÉLINE. L.A.S. "LFC", Copenhagen March 14, 1947, to Marcel Aymé; 6pages in-fol. Long letter from exile, the only known one addressed to Marcel Aymé (who passed it on to J.-G. Daragnès; Mr. Aymé used to tear up the letters he received after reading them). The letter from his "old man" did him "an immense amount of good, for I am often allowed to believe that heaven and earth and hell are united and especially and "totally" against the wretched object I represent. Perhaps one day I'll be able to tell you everything Lucette and I have endured and are still enduring in terms of prison, "friends", cabals, illness... and so on. I assure you that the 'enemies' are well avenged!" He sent Zuloaga a document taking stock of his situation. He mentions a draft petition in his favor by "French writers and artists [...] This is precisely what I'm being criticized for - that I'm alone - that no one is raising their voice in my defense. You'd think that the youtres, meanwhile, wouldn't mind damning me, and with what insistence, what relentlessness. Not all of them, however, since Milton Hindus, from Chicago, is mounting a counter-offensive on my behalf", and his Danish lawyer Thorwald Mikkelsen is defending him "inch by inch (and philosemitic though he is) against the jackals here", notably the French ambassador Guy de Charbonnières, "a young Vichy asshole, [...] certainly ½ Jewish. He whitens himself by hunting me down with red balls". There's also the lawyer Hovitz, who would like to have him handed over to French justice... But "impossible to find serious facts of "treason"! And how we wish! What a dance of the scalp! What a bamboozle! We were already dancing! You bet we were! But I'm still ¾ done and Lucette too!"... Etc. Then he announces the operation on Bébert (his cat), "a brave little father who never left us - except to go to prison with him for a few days!" He evokes Descartes, "dead 2 steps from here at Christine's in exile. The snow killed him. If you could see what he's falling! But wickedness kills much better than snow"... L'Année Céline 2008, p.74.
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