Letter

  1 Introd    |             the fiery lovers of the old time, she shows an unguessed
  2 Introd    |           and help one another grow old.~But there is more in these
  3 Introd    |         serenity—the serenity of an old revolutionist who no longer
  4 Introd    |            outing or a chat with an old companion, lest it distract
  5 Introd    |             domestic life than this old troubadour retired from
  6 Introd    |       without thinking of the other old troubadour, confined in
  7 Introd    |            all the anathemas of the old theology; and she abounded,
  8 Introd    |             senses the truth of the old Rabelaisian utterance, that “
  9 Introd    |             Sand the anodyne of his old philosophical despair: “
 10 Introd    |          speed” that she had in the old days. The fountain of her
 11 Introd    |           is, the length of winter, old age, lack of success in
 12 Introd    |         string” to pluck again with old power the resonant golden
 13 XVI       |            suppressed but which the old people still wear. Well!
 14 XVIII     |     sometimes I am only three years old. But, the next day I am
 15 XIX       |             woman,” but I who am an old Romantic, find in the other, “
 16 XXVII     |            and then,—a malady of my old age is, not being able to
 17 XXVII     |             of wearying others. The old ought to be extremely discreet.
 18 XXVIII    |           They are friends from the old country, a whole adorable
 19 XXVIII    |            him, on the contrary, my old troubadour doctrine.~Morality
 20 XXIX      |             Think sometimes of your old troubadour. Friday~G. Sand~
 21 XXXI      |             sometimes think of the “old troubadour of the Inn clock,
 22 XXXI      |          who love each other in the old way.~You don’t have to write
 23 XXXII     |            sometimes thinks of his “old troubadour of the clock,”
 24 XXXII     |           temperate at twenty years old, he will be a cowardly roue
 25 XXXIII    |            For my part, I follow my old inclination, I put myself
 26 XXXIII    |           you do.~The wind plays my old harp as it lists. It has
 27 XXXIX     |            me what I am doing? Your old troubadour is content this
 28 XL        |          good great heart! “Beloved old troubadour,” would it not
 29 XLI       |            it is not my fault.~Your old Troubadour is sick as a
 30 XLII      |             1867~Dear comrade,~Your old troubadour has been tempted
 31 XLIII     |             But you will live to be old, very old, as giants live,
 32 XLIII     |           will live to be old, very old, as giants live, since you
 33 XLIV      |            OR HE WHO ENDURES IT, my old cure used to say, CAN NOT
 34 XLIV      |          the others, even more than old and well-tried friends?
 35 XLIV      |         here it is: one gets, being old, at the sunset of life,—
 36 XLIV      |            and for the sake of your old troubadour, do SPARE yourself
 37 XLV       |       having had the same youth, my old age will be different.~That
 38 XLV       |             the heart does not grow old; there are even people whose
 39 XLVIII    |              I say that the hideous old man who buys young girls
 40 XLVIII    |           into the arms of the ugly old man, and where there is
 41 XLVIII    |           vice has quite spoiled my old friend.~We must believe
 42 L         |             friend of my heart, the old troubadour is as well as
 43 L         |             with all my heart.~Your old George Sand~Did you receive
 44 LI        |        FLAUBERT 14 March, 1867~Your old troubadour is again prostrate.
 45 LII       |         Friday, 22 March, 1867~Your old troubadour is here, not
 46 LIII      |     Wednesday, if you wish, my dear old fellow. Whom do you want
 47 LIV       |           my departure.~Really your old troubadour has had ridiculous
 48 LIV       |           of friends, remember your old comrade and send him two
 49 LVI       |            worried about your dear, old mother, and certainly I
 50 LVI       |          embrace you tenderly.~Your old troubadour G. Sand~I am
 51 LVII      |            embrace you warmly.~Your old~Gustave Flaubert~I shall
 52 LIX       |          1867~Here you are at home, old friend of my heart, and
 53 LIX       |             I am only fifteen years old, and everything to me appears
 54 LIX       |             you much, much, my dear old fellow, you know it. My
 55 LIX       |              and when one is really OLD, like me, one must hold
 56 LIX       |          Adieu again; think of your old troubadour who thinks unceasingly
 57 LX        |           you tenderly, my splendid old fellow. Walk a little, I
 58 LXI       |             Here am I back again in old Nohant, and Maurice at Nerac
 59 LXII      |         1867~When I see how hard my old friend has to work in order
 60 LXII      |            am destined to grow very old; I must lose no time in
 61 LXII      |          will see that, you who are old though still quite young.
 62 LXII      |          joy in my heart.~Love your old troubadour always and talk
 63 LXIII     |         1867~Where are you, my dear old fellow? If by chance you
 64 LXIII     |           he was ill, my poor dear, old friend, Rollinat, an angel
 65 LXIV      |           1867~I bless you, my dear old fellow, for the kind thought
 66 LXIV      |           take care of yourself, my old comrade. I shall go to see
 67 LXV       |             10 September, 1867~Dear old fellow,~I am worried at
 68 LXVII     |             I should have bought an old guitar and should have sung
 69 LXVII     |           sea. I walked out like an old horse, but I am returning
 70 LXIX      |        seeing you, FOR A YEAR.~Your old troubadour~
 71 LXXI      |             SALAMMBO gives me. That old book needs to be relieved
 72 LXXII     |       Nohant, 5 December, 1867~Your old troubadour is no good, I
 73 LXXII     |           you and we love you. Your old troubadour especially who
 74 LXXIII    |          the puking with which this old diplomatic idiot inspires
 75 LXXIII    |          always have a weakness for old buffoons.~Furthermore, I
 76 LXXIII    |          that I do not think of “my old Troubadour”; of whom then,
 77 LXXIV     |            loves women, love; to an old fellow like me who loves
 78 LXXIV     |             nephews, and sons of my old friends. They get excited
 79 LXXIV     |       tenderly embrace you, my dear old fellow, and Maurice thinks
 80 LXXV      |            I want to finish my dull old book by the summer of 1869.~
 81 LXXVI     |             far, or from near, dear old fellow, I think of you and
 82 LXXVI     |            you from the depth of my old heart which does not know
 83 LXXVII    |           to spend two days with my old troubadour, whom I love
 84 LXXVIII   |             or not, I know that two old troubadours love each other
 85 LXXXI     |         INACCESSIBLE in Paris? Poor old fellow, did you finally
 86 LXXXIV    |         that. It is always the same old story that I have to tell
 87 LXXXV     |            two gentlemen.~When I am old, I shall write criticism;
 88 LXXXVI    |             among whom were several old friends to whom we gave
 89 LXXXVI    |         affects one like one of the old Sophists whom Socrates made
 90 LXXXVI    |             and I embrace you.~Your old Troubadour,~G. Sand~
 91 LXXXVII   |             coming to see your poor old friend this autumn? It is
 92 LXXXVIII  |            you have written to your old troubadour! you in Paris,
 93 XC        |         that it was a malady. If my old heart did not become each
 94 XCVI      |           entirely worn out in your old troubadour’s mind.~I found
 95 XCVIII    |          know that. Say yes to your old troubadour, he will be EXCEEDINGLY
 96 XCIX      |            a little vexed with your old troubadour for not coming
 97 CIII      |             domestic life than this old troubadour retired from
 98 CIII      |       without thinking of the other old troubadour, confined in
 99 CVI       |             meet you in Paris.~Your old solitary,~G. Sand~What an
100 CVII      |            again. What a tremendous old book! Is there any more
101 CX        |        affectionate greetings; your old troubadour embraces his
102 CX        |             troubadour embraces his old troubadour.~G. Sand~Answer
103 CXII      |              come to dine with your old troubadour who loves you
104 CXIII     |           shall have word from your old comrade.~G. Sand~
105 CXIV      |            a day. I embrace you, my old beloved troubadour.~G. Sand~
106 CXXI      |            I have taken up again my old hobby of Saint Antoine.
107 CXXIII    |             Come to see us, my dear old friend, I shall not go to
108 CXXIV     |          embrace you tenderly, dear old friend.~G. Sand~
109 CXXVIII   |           you and embrace you.~Your old comrade who loves you.~G.
110 CXXXII    |      October, 1869~Impossible, dear old beloved. Brebant is too
111 CXXXIII   |          has become of you, my dear old beloved troubadour? are
112 CXXXIV    | affectionate greetings.~Yours, your old troubadour~G. Sand~
113 CXXXV     |         SAND~Dear good master,~Your old troubadour is vehemently
114 CXXXVI    |              1869~Dear master,~Your old troubadour is being jumped
115 CXL       |          novel.~I embrace you.~Your old troubadour,~G. Sand~
116 CXLII     |            s task. Seeing you, dear old well-beloved friend, would
117 CXLVIII   |            eat a chop with me. Your old exhausted troubadour who
118 CXLIX     |           My troubadour, we are two old rattle traps. As for me,
119 CL        |             will not be grand.~Your old troubadour.~
120 CLIV      |          sensation: the approach of old age. The shadow invades
121 CLV       |             it, you are not getting old. Not in the crabbed and
122 CLIX      |          Nohant, 3 April, 1870~Your old troubadour has passed through
123 CLXIV     |         since I have had news of my old troubadour. You must be
124 CLXIV     |            as Doctor Favre says. No old age yet, or rather normal
125 CLXIV     |           age yet, or rather normal old age, the calmness ... OF
126 CLXV      |              But how? Almost all my old friends are married officials,
127 CLXV      |         simple mother has become so old that all conversation with
128 CLXVI     |         gorged with coffins like an old cemetery! I am having enough
129 CLXVII    |      Another grief for you, my poor old friend. I too have a great
130 CLXIX     |         argues. She calls Plauchut, OLD BACHELOR. And a propos,
131 CLXXI     |            all.~I love you, my dear old friend, we all love you.~
132 CLXXII    |             against all Europe, the old world against the new! Why
133 CLXXV     |         woman under the skin of the old troubadour. This human butchery
134 CLXXV     |           return to the ways of the old world. There are sharp and
135 CLXXVIII  |           and I feel that I am very old to adapt myself to new customs.~
136 CLXXXII   |             of my friends, young or old. That is all the good one
137 CLXXXIV   |          then, and you, you will be old! Go to live in the sun in
138 CLXXXV    |             But no! always the same old story! always poppycock!
139 CLXXXVII  |           is, the length of winter, old age, lack of success in
140 CLXXXVII  |      whether one is a hundred years old or not!~My little girls
141 CLXXXVIII |             has aged my poor, dear, old mother by ten years! What
142 CLXXXVIII |            for a little while. Your old troubadour has waited for
143 CXC       |           No, I am not ill, my dear old troubadour, in spite of
144 CXC       |     constitution and an exceptional old age, abnormal even, for
145 CXC       |            sap still runs as in the old apple trees in my garden,
146 CXCI      |           return. They are applying old remedies to new woes, remedies
147 CXCIII    |         1871~Where are you, my dear old troubadour?~I don’t write
148 CXCV      |            you are thinking of your old troubadour, who cherishes
149 CXCVI     |          cannot go to see you, dear old man, and yet I had earned
150 CXCVI     |           this winter. Here am I so old! I imagine that I can only
151 CXCVII    |          you find me a refuge in my old age which is drawing near
152 CXCVIII   |             16 September, 1871~Dear old friend,~I answered you day
153 CCI       |        affectionate greetings.~Your old friend~
154 CCII      |            that was announced. Your old troubadour has an aching
155 CCII      |           girls warmly for me.~Your old friend~
156 CCIII     |            a bed and chair, only an old garden bench. I sent her
157 CCIV      |           her kiss you for me.~Your old friend~
158 CCVI      |             tell you that I love my old troubadour now and always,
159 CCVIII    |          not be a grumbler, my dear old troubadour. You must cough,
160 CCX       |          there!~I embrace you.~Your old friend~
161 CCXIII    |            embrace you warmly.~Your old troubadour.~
162 CCXVII    |            the morning.~Ah! my dear old friend, what a dreadful
163 CCXVII    |             in the very midst of an old age that when I last saw
164 CCXVII    |          you are suffering.~Another old age which is worse, since
165 CCXVIII   |             he is getting strangely old. He must be very ill, doubtless
166 CCXVIII   |            you with both arms.~Your old troubadour always agitated,
167 CCXIX     |           her.~That is all, my dear old friend, it is not my fault,
168 CCXX      |         fall with eagerness upon my old and thrice great Spinoza.
169 CCXXIII   |            I doubt it, I am growing old. Caroline cannot live here
170 CCXXIV    |             coming out on top.~Your old G. Sand~
171 CCXXV     |        quieter than there; “my poor old mother” loved you very much,
172 CCXXVIII  |             soon, dear master, your old troubadour who embraces
173 CCXXIX    |              1872~Dear friend,~Your old troubadour has such a bad
174 CCXXX     |       Deslandes, as if he were~Your old troubadour,~G. Flaubert~
175 CCXXXI    |            today. Sixty-eight years old. Perfect health in spite
176 CCXXXII   |     inconvenience disturbs me. Your old troubadour is very old,
177 CCXXXII   |         Your old troubadour is very old, decidedly! Doctor Lambron,
178 CCXXXII   |            you and yours also. Your old blockhead who loves you.~
179 CCXXXIII  |          Nohant, 19 July, 1872~Dear old troubadour,~We too are going
180 CCXXXIII  |         with joy. Decidedly our two old troubadourships are two
181 CCXXXIII  |             We are Don Quixotes, my old troubadour; we must resign
182 CCXXXV    |          Nohant, 31 August, 1872~My old troubadour,~Here we are
183 CCXXXV    |          and we are glad to see our old Nohant again, after having
184 CCXXXV    |          appearance and my tranquil old age, I would still love
185 CCXXXIX   |          then, and then—...I am too old, and too decent to inflict
186 CCXL      |             autumn and how good for old people! Two hours distant
187 CCXL      |          you, shall I say again, my old troubadour, since you have
188 CCXL      |            resolved to turn into an old Benedictine? I shall remain
189 CCXLI     |           worry any more about your old troubadour (who is becoming
190 CCXLI     |            his best affection,~Your old friend.~Always as indignant
191 CCXLII    |           family embraces you.~Your old troubadour~G. Sand~
192 CCXLIII   |             de Francqueville in her old age.~I submit to you the
193 CCXLV     |            shall be fifty-one years old.~If you are not to come
194 CCXLV     |              dear good master. Your old troubadour embraces you,~
195 CCXLVI    |       yourself. You are fifty years old, my son is the same or nearly.
196 CCXLVI    |              and in my family.~Your old troubadour~
197 CCXLVIII  |          January, 1873~Yes, yes, my old friend, you must come to
198 CCXLVIII  |             is so lovely here!~Your old comrade who loves you,~G.
199 CCXLIX    |           Your romantic and liberal old dunce embraces you tenderly.~
200 CCLI      |             my nerves. Such is your old troubadour.~I am reading
201 CCLII     |             15 March, 1873~Well, my old troubadour, we can hope
202 CCLIII    |    affectionate greetings from your old troubadour who embraces
203 CCLIV     |             us as we love you.~Your old troubadour,~G. Sand~
204 CCLV      |     IMPATIENTLY to seeing you.~Your old troubadour~G. Sand~
205 CCLVII    |         This Scythian is an immense old fellow.~I am not at such
206 CCLVII    |      embrace all yours for me.~Your old good-for-nothing Cruchard,
207 CCLVIII   |        lovely things, and love your old troubadour who always cherishes
208 CCLIX     |             of everything from your old friend.~
209 CCLX      |            a drawer and start at my old book. I am reading l’Histoire
210 CCLXV     |          GUSTAVE FLAUBERT~Your poor old troubadour, just getting
211 CCLXVI    |             done me. Can you see my old top-knot by the baptismal
212 CCLXVII   |           this hateful winter.~Your old troubadour who loves you.~
213 CCLXVIII  | Saint-Antoine. ...But the aforesaid old book will not be published
214 CCLXVIII  |            separate oneself from an old companion!~As for le Candidat,
215 CCLXVIII  |       Vaudeville are charming. Your old troubadour, whom you picture
216 CCLXXIII  |             me, “in the name of our old friendship,” not to have
217 CCLXXV    |           you and we love you.~Your old troubadour.~
218 CCLXXVI   |             it to you from me.~Your old friend.~
219 CCLXXVII  |            joy of the salons! happy old man! always content with
220 CCLXXVII  |            a GREAT GOOD HEART.~Your old troubadour always,~G. Sand~
221 CCLXXX    |             is the way I am growing old, and now I am beginning
222 CCLXXXII  |         establishment of Nadar near Old England [sic], where one
223 CCLXXXIII |             without discrimination.~Old friendships sustain us and
224 CCLXXXIII |            be ill, always love your old troubadour and his people
225 CCLXXXVI  |             but a little time left, old age creeps on and death
226 CCLXXXVI  |          love anyone, not even your old troubadour, who still sings,
227 CCLXXXVII |           some hidden cause. I feel old, used up, disgusted with
228 CCLXXXVII |             of my childhood like an old man ... I do not expect
229 CCLXXXVIII|             you are quite ill, dear old fellow? I am not worried
230 CCLXXXVIII|         every one of my brood.~Your old troubadour~
231 CCLXXXIX  |             us as we love you.~Your old troubadour~
232 CCXC      |     childishness. She is nine years old and so large that one would
233 CCXCI     |           my white bread first, and old age is not announcing itself
234 CCXCIV    |            15 August~My poor, dear, old fellow,~I learn only today
235 CCXCIV    |         spleen.~Come, dear splendid old fellow, cheer up, do us
236 CCXCV     |           has become an intolerable old codger, because he has been
237 CCXCVI    |            and frequent sorrows. My old friends are dying before
238 CCXCVII   |        again as a young man. Is one old when one does not choose
239 CCXCVIII  |          luck and good courage! The old man is coming to the top
240 CCC       |          1875~At last I discover my old troubadour who was a subject
241 CCC       |           and I send you both.~Your old troubadour who loves you,~
242 CCCI      |         more than of respecting the old ones. Therefore I am hunting,
243 CCCII     |             favorable time of life: old age. It is then that art
244 CCCIV     |      penetrates you deeply!~My dear old Sedaine! He is one of my
245 CCCVI     |             always think of what my old cure used to say to me,
246 CCCVI     |           that we may read it.~Your old troubadour,~G. Sand~
247 CCCVII    |             sending you a volume of old things that have just been
248 CCCVII    |           you, and I love you.~Your old troubadour,~G. Sand~
249 CCCXII    |             you very tenderly.~Your old Gustave Flaubert~
250 CCCXVI    |           stay in Nohant? That good old house must seem horribly
251 CCCXVIII  |        yours, my good Maurice,~Your old friend~Gustave Flaubert~
252 CCCXIX    |             the 10th of May. So, my old fellow, when you wish to