The George Sand-Gustave Flaubert Letters eBook

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I embrace you warmly.

Your old troubadour.


Dear good master,

Can you, for le Temps, write on Dernieres Chansons?  It would oblige me greatly.  Now you have it.

I was ill all last week.  My throat was in a frightful state.  But I have slept a great deal and I am again afloat.  I have begun anew my reading for Saint-Antoine.

It seems to me that Dernieres Chansons could lend itself to a beautiful article, to a funeral oration on poetry.  Poetry will not perish, but its eclipse will be long and we are entering into the shades.

Consider if you have a mind for it and answer by a line.

CCXV.  TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT, in Paris Nohant, 17 February

My troubadour, I am thinking of what you asked me to do and I will do it; but this week I must rest.  I played the fool too much at the carnival with my grandchildren and my great-nephews.

I embrace you for myself and for all my brood.

G. Sand


What a long time it is since I have written to you, dear master.  I have so many things to say to you that I don’t know where to begin.  Oh! how horrid it is to live so separated when we love each other.

Have you given Paris an eternal adieu?  Am I never to see you again there?  Are you coming to Croisset this summer to hear Saint-Antoine?

As for me, I can not go to Nohant, because my time, considering my straitened purse, is all counted; but I have still I a full month of readings and researches in Paris.  After that I am going away with my mother:  we are in search of a companion for her.  It is not easy to find one.  Then, towards Easter I shall be back at Croisset, and shall start to work again at the manuscript.  I am beginning to want to write.

Just now, I am reading in the evening, Kant’s Critique de la raison pure, translated by Barni, and I am freshening up my Spinoza.  During the day I amuse myself by looking over bestiaries of the middle ages; looking up in the “authorities” all the most baroque animals.  I am in the midst of fantastic monsters.

When I have almost exhausted the material I shall go to the Museum to muse before real monsters, and then the researches for the good Saint-Antoine will be finished.

In your letter before the last one you showed anxiety about my health; reassure yourself!  I have never been more convinced that it was robust.  The life that I have led this winter was enough to kill three rhinoceroses, but nevertheless I am well.  The scabbard must be solid, for the blade is well sharpened; but everything is converted into sadness!  Any action whatever disgusts me with life!  I have followed your counsels, I have sought distractions!  But that amuses me very little.  Decidedly nothing but sacrosanct literature interests me.

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