André GIDE, at death's door, disillusioned, gives his news.

Andre Gide (1869.1951).

Autograph letter signed to Renée Minet.

A page in-4°. Autograph envelope.

Fat. September 7, 1950.

“My heart is sinking, but still allows me to kiss you. »

André Gide, old and sick, gives some news to his friend.

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“Dear Renée,  “Disapproval”? Certainly not. But I was, I'm still too tired to write. And it would have required such a long letter, with infinite “considerations” (but none that were pleasant). “Prometheus”? I think it's already been on the radio. Where is your Leonard?

But no, no, I'm not doing well and, this very morning, I had to alert the doctor in Vence. (which reassured me: false angina). My heart sinks, but still allows me to kiss you. Andre Gide. »

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Gide died less than five months after this letter, on February 19, 1951 in his Parisian apartment on rue Vaneau, at the age of 81.