Love letters – episode one

better to write the world’s most memorable love letters than the world’s most
famous writers? We take a look at the most passionate snail-mail the world has
ever seen, starting with French novelist and playwright

Honoré de Balzac (1799-1850):
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 anything 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 deprived me of my reason? This is a monomania which, this
morning, terrifies me.
I rise up every moment saying to myself, “Come, I am
going there!” Then I sit down again, moved by the sense of my obligations.
There is a frightful conflict. This is not life. I have never before been like
that. You have devoured everything.
I feel foolish and happy as soon as I think of you.
I whirl round in a delicious dream in which in one instant I live a thousand years.
What a horrible situation!
Overcome with love, feeling love in every pore,
living only for love, and seeing oneself consumed by griefs, and caught in a
thousand spiders’ threads.
O, my darling Eva, you did not know it. I picked up
your card. It is there before me, and I talk to you as if you were there. 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
Honoré de
to Ewelina Hańska (a
Polish countess) in June 1836. Balzac would finally marry Hańska in 1850 – just
five months before his death.

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