Elsa TRIOLET (1986-1970). L.A.S. "E.", Saturday [1943?], to Pierre Seghers; 6 pages in-4. Long letter in which Elsa Triolet describes the crisis that arose between her and Aragon, called Lucien. She "climbed over the window, Lucien caught me on the fly, and maybe it wasn't high enough, but I tasted it, I mean, I tasted the relief of the last minute. I'm not amused by accusing Lucien, I know his "public utility" and that's why I took too much on myself. I gave him first my parents, my friends, my job [...] I never, never gave him my full measure, what am I saying - my full measure! I never even had the opportunity to start something. [...] Him, who's been squeezing me like a lemon for fifteen years! I can be modest, but that doesn't mean I have to lose my sense of dignity or despise myself for good. [...] I'm not cut out to live next to a great man. There's a place for me here! [...] I've never hidden my love affairs from him, and I've done so in agreement with him. [...] I'm ashamed, like a woman who learns she was the only one who didn't know she was a cuckold... [...] It's a definitive, irreparable collapse"...