Louis-Ferdinand CÉLINE. L.A.S. "LFCéline", [Copenhagen] 30 [April 1948]; to his friend the publisher Jean-Gabriel Daragnès; 3pages in-fol. "You are the only one who grasps things. If you only knew the letters I receive from so-called friends! to puke! [...] Your coming has done me a lot of good around here. They fear you as an independent gentleman. At the embassy, at Mik's, and so on. You piss on their asses. That's what counts! Like-minded chatter is just a lot of hot air. The gentleman who pisses them off is the authority. [...] If I died slowly of hunger here or quickly of disease, that would please everyone"... Lucette was out of the question for Paris: "she'd be trapped, murdered, kinapped, locked up, I wouldn't live anymore"... Then about her books: "Do what you can for Scandale and Foudres et Flèches - reproduction, adaptation, translation absolutely forbidden - I'm thinking more and more of the underground - the only way to get away with it - in small, extremely expensive editions, even Féerie in small booklets. I'm thinking of a 50-page short story, L'Ambassadrice (about Copenhagen). When we see how the others turn out, I'll pass it on to you, but it's a 3-month job - unpublished, that's fine. Don't approach Naud, it's nib. He's waiting for the moon to ride down the Champs-Élysées. - Kif Fasquelle - Kif Philippon - gentle agitators [...] As for the mandate, I'll have it for 10 years, 20 years - that's what's more or less assured"...