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Riding the Bus with My Sister Rosie O'Donnell and Andie MacDowell signed photo Riding the Bus with My Sister signed photo autographed by Rosie O'Donnell and Andie MacDowell. 8x10 inches

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CHATEAUBRIAND (François René, vicomte de). Set of 2 beautiful L.A., both literary and intimate, addressed to his friend the Duchess de DURAS (whom he called his "sister") written while he was completing the Itinéraire de Paris à Jérusalem : - sl, "Thursday 8" [November 1810], 3 pp. small in-4: "You will have no reason to be jealous. I'm not going to Paris until December 1, and maybe even later. I see no one. I don't come out of retirement. I work from morning to night because I want to finish in order to give all my time to my sister this winter and to arrange my future. This is a great and true farewell to the muse and perhaps to my homeland. But let us not grieve in advance, and above all let us hope. Don't I talk in my letters? That's all I do. I'm a scary chatterbox. My sister doesn't have a good memory. I've already told her that the short story [Les Aventures du dernier Abencérage] won't be in the Itinéraire. There will only be reasonable things in this one, and no great follies. You'll do very well to come to Paris. You can't live when you're afraid of everything. And is it really certain that the people who are committing you to retirement have no other motives than your dangers? I've become ridiculously distrustful and I always think they're trying to deceive me. It's now midnight. I'm overwhelmed with work and my hand is so tired I can barely hold my pen. I hear the wind moaning in my little solitude where I keep vigil alone with the memory of my sister. I wish her every happiness and lay my tender, respectful friendship at her feet. [...]" - Vallée, "this Monday" [November 26, 1810], 2 pp. small in-4 (+ address on 4th page): "I can only say one word to my sister. I am in the last moments of my work. I will have finished everything next Saturday. Then my head is spinning with these [decennial] prizes that are being talked about again. I don't know what will become of it." He worries about the uncertainty of the Duchess's return to Paris. "I only guessed at your friends' ideas because that's the way men are made. One must be good and a dupe in the world, but one must know that one is being deceived, otherwise it is pure foolishness. I like people a lot, but I don't think much of anyone. I'm sorry, dear sister, but you'll say again that I don't talk. But you must have pity on me, I'm overwhelmed with work. Thank God it's going to end, and I hope for life. From now on, I won't print anything in my lifetime unless I change [...]". Claire de Duras, née de Coëtnempren de Kersaint (1777-1828) emigrated to the United States, then to London, where in 1797 she married Amédée-Bretagne-Malo de Durfort, the future Duke of Duras. She returned to France in 1800, the mother of two children, and met Chateaubriand in the salon of Nathalie de Noailles, the writer's mistress at the time. Deeply and sincerely attached to the man she admired, the Duchesse de Duras became one of his most loyal correspondents and a devoted friend (if not lover), using her influence to further his political and diplomatic career. She was one of those "Madames", as Mme de Chateaubriand called them, with whom her husband liked to surround himself. Dividing her time between her château in Ussé and her Parisian hotel on rue de Varenne, she entertained the greatest literary and political figures, while publishing her own sentimental novels, the precursors of feminist issues.