If You Are Nice, And Keep Your

Send Me One Hundred Francs On Our Future Deals, Otherwise I Will Disappear In A Cataclysm.

I Would Have Preferred To Be Successful Here With A Piece That Cost Me A Huge Amount Of Money And Effort... Rather Than Sending To Bohemia Some Ordinary Works.

You Know What Black Hatred Women Feel Toward Me As Soon As They See Me, Until I Return Inside My Shell, They Use Every Possible Weapon. As Soon As A Generous Man Tries To Help Me Out, A Woman Is Here To Hold His Arm And Prevent Him From Acting.

It Is In Fact Agreed That I Am The Plague, The Cholera Of The Benevolent And Generous Men Who Are Interested In Art And That, When I Show Myself With My Plasters, Even The Emperor Of The Sahara Would Flee.

My Countrymen Have Commissioned A Bust Of The Republic. It Will Be Placed On The Fountain Of My Native Town.