Juliette DROUET (1806-1883). L.A.S. "Juliette", "January 9, Sunday morning, 11:00 a.m." [1842?], to Victor HUGO; 4 pages in-8. Beautiful love letter. "Hello toto, hello awful Toto, why don't you come? This cannot last any longer. I warn you and from next night I want you to come and sleep with me. Why didn't you put on your suit last night, were you afraid of being too hot? And then you will catch a cold and it will be me who will suffer more than you. Shut up Rosambeau, how are all the little rosambeautins? I hope they won't let the poor Captain go to mass because of the cold and his sick leg. It is as cold as a wolf, she says, but that is not what would prevent her from running after him if she had permission: "I would have caught up with you very quickly! But in June as in January, whether it is cold or hot, I am always like a poor legless waiting for you. It is monotonous but perfectly annoying. Fuck me and take care of yourself and your Mary-torn too because I am reluctant to let me make .... the war even in trumpet so take care of you all while you are. I love you. I love you it is a fixed idea, a madness, a fury, a fanaticism, an adoration, it is all that there is of more extravagant and all that there is of more reasonable. I love you with all the senses at once and with all my soul. You are my whole life, fuck me my dear little man and don't make me wait too long.