from SOMEONE WANTS TO STEAL MY NAME by Henri Michaux
Letter to Gustave Flaubert from George Sand
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To Gustave Flaubert, at Croisset Nohant June 21, 1868
Why am I not the ... river which cradles you with its sweet *murmuring *and
which brings you freshn...
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This made me think awhile, and then think some more.
My one remaining pastime, thinking. Always better when there is actually something to think about.
(Seeing Ann McGarrell's name brought back memories. A half century ago, in my days of itinerant wandering, Ann and her husband Jim, the painter, lent me their Paris apartment on the Avenue Mozart, for some weeks, while they were out of town. Which was very good of them.)
This is exactly how I feel about Nairobi.
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