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1773] In short, what can I say to you ? The excess of my in- consistency bewilders my mind, the weight of life is crushing my soul. What must I do ? What will become of me ? Wni it be Charenton or the grave which will deliver me from myself ? I make you a victim if you care enough for me to take part in what I suffer, and I regret it ; but if I have caused you only ennui, I shall sink with confusion. Do not think you can hide this from me, whatever effort you may make to do so ; you cannot deceive my interest — But gratify it by telling me how you are ; have you had as much pleasure as you hoped, or less ? Is your health better than during the last days you were here ? You are very modest, you never told me how you were celebrated at Strasburg; verses were made in your honour; they were very bad, it is true, but the intention was so good ! Do not be angry.

Tell me, have you read " Le Conn^table " on your journey [tragedy in rhyme by M. de Guibert], not while posting, but aloud in good society ? Apropos of the " Conn^table," if you had a certain sensibility, if you were like Montaigne and regarded me like another La B^otie, how I should pity you for deny- ing yourself the pleasure of giving me a mark of confidence, esteem, and affection ! I do not boast of myself, but I assure you I should be torn by remorse if I had treated you in that way. What does that prove ? — tell me. Adieu ; I know all the difference in our affections ; teach me the resemblance ; that game [then in vogue] will never have been played with so much interest.

Sunday, June 20, 1773.

Oh ! mon Dieu ! are you dead, or have you already forgotten how keen and sorrowful is the remembrance of you in the souls you have left ? Not a word from you since May 24th ! It is very difficult not to believe it is a little