Émile ZOLA. L.A.S., Médan February 14, 1886, to a "dear colleague"; 2pages in-8. He can't promise anything, "because I don't even have any more drawer bottoms, and I'm so deep in work that it's impossible for me to spare an hour. And why just a few pages, which are bound to be mediocre? I don't really understand anything except assiduous, militant collaborations. If I fished out a few musty pages, it would diminish me and serve no purpose. I know you only want the unpublished, but if it's only my name you're after, why don't you delve into my critical works? There are some little-known pieces there, which would serve your purpose"...