"When you return I am going to give you one literary fuck fest - that means fucking and talking and talking and fucking - and a bottle of Anjou in between - or a Vermouth Cassis. Anaïs, I am going to open your very groins. God forgive me if this letter is ever opened by mistake. I can't help it. I want you. I love you. You're food and drink to me - the whole bloody machinery, as it were. Lying on top of you is one thing, but getting close to you is another. I feel close to you, one with you, you're mine whether it is acknowledged or not. Every day I wait now is torture. I am counting them slowly, painfully. I don't know when you return - the 7th or the 15th? But make it as soon as you can. Be unselfish - yes, I am asking you to. Make a sacrifice. I need you. This long Sunday - How will I ever get through it?"
Henry Miller i brev till Anaïs Nin 30 juli, 1932 i Clichy
(A literate Passion - Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller 1932-1953)
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Det är kärlek. Kanske kommer att sno delar ur det någon gång. Man vet inte.
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Åh, ett sånt brev har jag väntat på hela livet!
Kan du ses på måndag eller tisdag? Jag åker på festival på onsdag och det skulle vara kul att ses innan eftersom jag inte är säker på att jag kommer att komma hem med vettet i behåll...
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