Letter

 1 Introd  | fundamental defect is that she doesn’t know how to “hate.” She
 2 VII     |  Balzac and I used to do. That doesn’t make one person alter
 3 XVIII   |        t it the same with you? Doesn’t it seem at moments, that
 4 LXXIV   |        out, and my dog himself doesn’t want to go out. He is
 5 XCI     |       dear master? Oh well! it doesn’t me! I told you so but
 6 XCVII   | Napoleon. What a nice bit, eh? Doesn’t it seem to you that they
 7 CVII    |       week, in the papers. Why doesn’t he write books, since
 8 CXXV    |      over our heads. Bah! that doesn’t exist. Everything is prose,
 9 CXLIV   |        to damn your book. That doesn’t prevent it from being
10 CXLIV   |     his brain troubles him. He doesn’t know if he is a poet or
11 CLIV    |        However hard I work, it doesn’t go! Everything irritates
12 CLXXXIII|       and a humanitarian. That doesn’t matter. I had some illusions!
13 CCXXXIII|     yet where we are going; it doesn’t make any difference to
14 CCLXI   |       of something of mine, it doesn’t matter what, in exchange.
15 CCLXXV  | articles about my novels. That doesn’t make any difference to