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Honoré de Balzac

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    Letter 10
    June 1835
    MY BELOVED ANGEL,

    I am nearly mad about you, as much as one can be mad: I cannot bring together two ideas that you do not interpose yourself between them.

    I can no longer think of nothing but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.

    As for my heart, there you will always be — very much so. I have a delicious sense of you there. But my God, what is to become of me, if you have de‍
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    deck out thought,
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    What, then, is the dominating impulse in this country without morals, without faith, without any sentiment, wherein, however, every sentiment, belief, and moral has its origin and end? It is gold and pleasure.
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    You are always acceptable to this world, you will never be missed by it.
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    Fuelled by black coffee
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    there are 2,472 named characters in The Human Comedy), Balzac fashioned a ver
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    go to bed at six or seven in the evening, like the hens. I am called at one in the morning and work until eight. At eight I go to sleep again for an hour and a half; then I have something very light, a cup of pure coffee, and harness myself to my cab until four. At four I receive visitors, have a bath or go out. After dinner I go to bed.
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    I gently press my lips to yours and try to forget everything, gazing into your lovely eyes – I lay on your precious breast, rested my tired head upon it still. This morning I tried to gain calm and strength for the separation. Goodbye wee one, Lovebird, Sunshine, Huzy mine, Own!
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    Yes, I have determined to wander about for so long far away, until I can fly into your arms and call myself quite at home with you, can send my soul enveloped by yours into the realm of spirits
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    O, my darling Eva, you did not know it. I picked up your card. It is there before me, and I talked to you as if you were here. I see you, as I did yesterday, beautiful, astonishingly beautiful.

    Yesterday, during the whole evening, I said to myself ‘She is mine!’ Ah! The angels are not as happy in Paradise as I was yesterday
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