Louis-Ferdinand céline (1894-1961) L.A.S. "LFCéline"... Lot 42

Louis-Ferdinand céline (1894-1961) L.A.S. "LFCéline" to the Lyon-based journalist Charles Deshayes. Copenhagen, July 20 [1947]. 2 pp. in-folio. Stamped envelope enclosed. Beautiful letter of exile from a desperate Celine: "You are certainly a thousand times right, but on the other hand, I still have an arrest warrant in due form in my ass (article 75). This is morose and absolute. My situation here is therefore too fragile and too precarious for me to think of finding any help. I will be quickly called to order.... And the call to order would be a return to the Prison here or Fresnes. Then we'd explain on my bones. Because finally I don't have so much strength left: I know for sure that all this is nothing but slander, imposture, monstrous cabal! All those who mount this cabal have the strength and the legal force! They proved it to me once! They reduced me to nothing, exiled me, ruined me, caged me, made me endure a thousand dead dead at ¾. The legal force it's all there. I don't believe in anything else. I will never believe in anything other than a proper - general amnesty. Everything else is babbling and dangerous babbling. Into the python pit! And France is not the land of amnesties. It's a country with a hard heart. 10 years after the Commune! 20 years after 1918! And again because of another war! You can't fool yourself at my age. It is more than likely that I will die of misery and in exile. That's it, that's all. My health is weakening, I can feel it. I'm not holding up well in exile. I've suffered too much in prison. I have no way to make a living anymore. I've lost everything. Must I still be an insurgent? Is it worse playing the fool? Of course we all know that there is no longer any purely French policy. It's a matter of state reasons or sordid alliances with this or that bloc. But why should I, a poor individual, meddle in these high negotiations between Princes! I am being crushed! The proof! And it is well done for me. All I had to do was mind my own business, my own