Louis-Ferdinand CÉLINE. 4L.A.S., Copenhagen 1948-1951?,... Lot 387

Louis-Ferdinand CÉLINE. 4L.A.S., [Copenhagen 1948-1951?], to his friend Robert Dirler; 6 1/2 pages in-fol. (slight wetness). Letters from Denmark. [Robert Dirler was executive chairman of Pathé-Cinéma before the war. Related to a Danish woman, he visited Céline in Copenhagen]. 15th [November 1948?] He was ill... "It's freezing in our damned jar! I was expecting rebarricades in Paris, but the wasp is smart! Well, I wasn't counting on it - because each Frenchman would have had to divide himself in two, ½ for each side. The ideal was to win. [...] In the end, it's just a matter for the Russians and the Americans. All they have to do is shave their heads on the polar cap! Let's get out of here [...] and leave the rest of the world in peace! [...] In the meantime, I think I'll be getting the Father François treatment, judged by contumax - one of these mornings. We need examples, goats, for God's sake! Lonely, isolated, carefully lying down, I'm the ideal goat. I'm going to get 10 or 20 years! And long live Roussy! And long live Bergery! Chautemps! Morand! Guitry! I'm assured that Mercadier - ex-peaker at Radio-Paris, a fine bastard, ex-director of France at Sigmaringen (a straw!) has an open table at Lipp - no doubt a token of all the police forces!... don't mention it - I'd look like I was denouncing him! I couldn't care less. Let the bastard sort it out - but it's funny!"... May 3 [1949]. "These are Augias' stables! All effort is in vain! One shit swept away and twenty wheelbarrows back! All these interviews are completely made up! [...] I have never seen, received, declared anything to any journalist. They've created a phantom Céline to whom they attribute all sorts of delirious remarks, fantastic acts [...] I don't give a damn. The only serious thing in life is the sheet metal [...] I deem a priori everything I don't write and sign - MYSELF. All THE REST is bullshit - ramblings - stupidities - idle crap"... 17th [Spring1951?] ... "May you rightly foretell the Future! Some favorable convulsion... for so many years all convulsions have been so disastrous to me that I no longer dare believe in them... Let's hope so. May the pot au feu bring us together, as soon as possible, it's time, before exile makes me die of melancholy"... He would like to see him again before he leaves: "Come with your Danish widow, so we can dry her tears! Attached is a l.a.s. from Lucette Destouches to the same, March 24.