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Dear Madam | |||
My doctor has just lost his wife in dreadful circumstances<ref name="n2" />. Also as you told me you no longer need information on Doctor M.<ref name="n3" />, only out of retrospective curiosity, if you do not tell me otherwise, I will wait a little to write to him. But I did write to Robert on this subject a few days ago<ref name="n4" />. I hope that he will respond, even if he is terribly busy at the moment. And, apparently, he is no longer at the Salvange clinic<ref name="n5" /> where I addressed the letter. But I hope it will be passed on to him. | |||
I thank you infinitely for Nice, but alas I ceased to be “invitable” a long time ago. My ceaseless steam treatments etc. do not allow me to live with friends, or at least their discomfort, in turn, would be a form of torture for me. Two years ago the Clement-Tonnerres had “neutralised” a whole part of Glisolles so that I could be “at home”<ref name="n6" /> there, and I could not make up my mind about it. What would be more feasible, would be for you to stay in Nice<ref name="n7" /> and should I not be conscripted, I rent something there. If the climate favours me, maybe I would have the good fortune to be a little less sequestered away than I am now in Paris, and so I could benefit from being in the same town as you. Otherwise, this would be of no use to me because it would be as in Paris. Besides, it seems to me that because of my hay fever, it is already a little late to go to Nice. If I went there, it would be with the secret hope to be able to live there exclusively for at least a year. But I think it would be better to make an attempt towards September when I would have a while to acclimatise before Spring. | |||
If you can write me news of Charles, you would make me very happy. I would also like to know what you think of the war. I’ve been hearing talk of three years. Is that truly possible? I swear that Charles is one of the reasons, but not the only one, why such a long war would frighten me. At least, he has the good sense not to go back. And really, do you not find, does he not find that it is impossible for him to go back? When I read the other day the fate of these unfortunate alpine hunters on The Hartmannswillerkopf<ref name="n8" />, I had a terrible sinking feeling when imagining that Charles could have been there, and I was thankful for the little complications of his injury. | |||
Your respectful friend | |||
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Gautier-Vignal is rather, how would I say, more my book’s friend than mine. You would understand me very badly if you believed that I am intending to renounce in any way a being who seems entirely delicate, sympathetic, and who was so kind (and is remarkably intelligent). But I mean that I know little of him and only for a short time<ref name="n9" />. This does not prevent us from having affection for one another, I hold him to be the most diligent and understanding reader and he has, on many occasions, obliged and charmed me. He, too, is quite unwell. | |||
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<ref name="n8"> | <ref name="n8"> Here, Proust seems to allude to an article which appeared in the newspaper “Le Figaro” on 31 January, 1915, p.3, under the title of “The Affair of Hartmannwillerkopf”. It reads: “This is nothing but an episode of war; but it is a magnificent incident. At the summit of Hartmannwillerkopf, we had a large reconnaissance team which was violently attacked by important forces on 19 January. We had wanted to evacuate the team. It was a difficult situation. The slopes in this part of the Vosges are a mess of rocks. [...] It was snowing. You could not see further than 10 metres due to the wind. Because the objective was to save our comrades, our officers and our troops did not hesitate [...]” Following this report of their gruelling advancement, hope of saving their comrades dwindled but their ambition to reclaim the summit remained intact. -The battles to reclaim the summit of Hartmannswillerkopf lasted from January to June 1915, and the resulting war did not end until 1918 as each army occupied a part of higher ground. [PK] </ref> | ||
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Marcel Proust to Madame Catusse [first days of February 1915]
(Click on the link above to see this letter and its notes in the Corr-Proust digital edition, including all relevant hyperlinks.)
Dear Madam
My doctor has just lost his wife in dreadful circumstances[2]. Also as you told me you no longer need information on Doctor M.[3], only out of retrospective curiosity, if you do not tell me otherwise, I will wait a little to write to him. But I did write to Robert on this subject a few days ago[4]. I hope that he will respond, even if he is terribly busy at the moment. And, apparently, he is no longer at the Salvange clinic[5] where I addressed the letter. But I hope it will be passed on to him.
I thank you infinitely for Nice, but alas I ceased to be “invitable” a long time ago. My ceaseless steam treatments etc. do not allow me to live with friends, or at least their discomfort, in turn, would be a form of torture for me. Two years ago the Clement-Tonnerres had “neutralised” a whole part of Glisolles so that I could be “at home”[6] there, and I could not make up my mind about it. What would be more feasible, would be for you to stay in Nice[7] and should I not be conscripted, I rent something there. If the climate favours me, maybe I would have the good fortune to be a little less sequestered away than I am now in Paris, and so I could benefit from being in the same town as you. Otherwise, this would be of no use to me because it would be as in Paris. Besides, it seems to me that because of my hay fever, it is already a little late to go to Nice. If I went there, it would be with the secret hope to be able to live there exclusively for at least a year. But I think it would be better to make an attempt towards September when I would have a while to acclimatise before Spring.
If you can write me news of Charles, you would make me very happy. I would also like to know what you think of the war. I’ve been hearing talk of three years. Is that truly possible? I swear that Charles is one of the reasons, but not the only one, why such a long war would frighten me. At least, he has the good sense not to go back. And really, do you not find, does he not find that it is impossible for him to go back? When I read the other day the fate of these unfortunate alpine hunters on The Hartmannswillerkopf[8], I had a terrible sinking feeling when imagining that Charles could have been there, and I was thankful for the little complications of his injury.
Your respectful friend
Marcel Proust
Gautier-Vignal is rather, how would I say, more my book’s friend than mine. You would understand me very badly if you believed that I am intending to renounce in any way a being who seems entirely delicate, sympathetic, and who was so kind (and is remarkably intelligent). But I mean that I know little of him and only for a short time[9]. This does not prevent us from having affection for one another, I hold him to be the most diligent and understanding reader and he has, on many occasions, obliged and charmed me. He, too, is quite unwell.
Notes
- ↑ Note 1
- ↑ Note 2
- ↑ Note 3
- ↑ Note 4
- ↑ Note 5
- ↑ Note 6
- ↑ Note 7
- ↑ Here, Proust seems to allude to an article which appeared in the newspaper “Le Figaro” on 31 January, 1915, p.3, under the title of “The Affair of Hartmannwillerkopf”. It reads: “This is nothing but an episode of war; but it is a magnificent incident. At the summit of Hartmannwillerkopf, we had a large reconnaissance team which was violently attacked by important forces on 19 January. We had wanted to evacuate the team. It was a difficult situation. The slopes in this part of the Vosges are a mess of rocks. [...] It was snowing. You could not see further than 10 metres due to the wind. Because the objective was to save our comrades, our officers and our troops did not hesitate [...]” Following this report of their gruelling advancement, hope of saving their comrades dwindled but their ambition to reclaim the summit remained intact. -The battles to reclaim the summit of Hartmannswillerkopf lasted from January to June 1915, and the resulting war did not end until 1918 as each army occupied a part of higher ground. [PK]
- ↑ Note 9
- ↑ Translation notes:
- ↑ Contributors: