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From this week's letter:
This is what you've been waiting for: Sade's Grande Lettre, a very
long justification of his innocence in all of the scandals that led to his
imprisonment.
February, 1781
Do you understand, my dear friend? You will reread it and you will see
that the one who will love you until his death wanted to sign it with his
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Click dates for complete letters. [reverse chronological order]
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February, 1781
Sade's Grande Lettre, a very long justification of his innocence in
all of the scandals that led to his imprisonment. You will reread it and
you will see that the one who will love you until his death wanted to sign
it with his blood.
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February, 1781
Mme. Sade to her husband
...There are some people whom you think badly of because you do not know
them, and when you will know them, you will fall into agreement with me that
they do not deserve and that they did nothing to suffer your ill-placed
sarcasms.
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December, 1780
There you have, Madame, a sample of your abominable lies. In vain will you
fall back on the notion that others have deceived you. Either you should
have said nothing, or you should have spoken only what you are sure of. In
short, you are an imbecile to allow yourself to be led about by the tip of
your nose, and those who lead you are monsters who deserve the gallows, and,
which is better, to be hanged there until the crows devour them....
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September, 1780
There is nothing in the universe that concerns me or interests me like
my release from this abominable place where men are treated like wild beasts
and, which is worse, by their fellow men....
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September 17, 1780
Sade to his wife
In writing these things to you, I repeat them and I swear and assert on
all I hold most sacred that, were they to disembowel me alive, I will never
in the least depart from my maxim: gentle and decent when they treat me so;
extremely harsh and extremely critical when they fail....
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July 27, 1780
Sade to his wife
It is only those who are favored by fortune who regret leaving this life;
but those who, like me, count their years only by their misfortunes, do not
have cause to look upon the moment of annihilation except as the happy occasion
of the breaking of their chains....
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April 16, 1780
Mme de Sade to her husband.
Here you have, my dear love, the bound notebook; it is not my fault that
you only have it today: it was to be brought home by an imbecile whom it
is pointless to name because you know it already yourself [i.e., Paul
Lefèvre, one of Mme de Sade's servants in Paris, and the object of
Sade's increasingly violent jealousy]....
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January, 1780
Sade to his valet.
One may criticize the government, the king, religion: nothing to worry
about. But a whore, Monsieur Quiros, Gadzooks! you'd better take care to
give no offence to a whore...
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December 2, 1779
Sade to his wife.
Yes, Madame, I am suffering, and, what is worse, more and more every
day.
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November 1, 1779
Sade to his wife.
If only I could be freed the shortest way from all my sorrows! But if
anything in the world could make me regret dying, God is my witness that
it would only be the disappointment of not seeing this witch [Sade's
mother-in-law] sink into the grave before me....
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October 4, 1779
Sade to La Jeunesse
Do try . . . try and keep your trap shut, I beg of you, because I am weary
of being insulted for so long by the rabble. It is true that I act like a
bulldog, and when I see all that pack of curs and bitches yelping around
me, I just lift a leg and I piss on their noses. . .
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September 9, 1779
From Mme de Sade to her husband
Have you been unhappy with what I have sent? Is it that you do not want
anything for the next fortnight? If you do not ask me for anything between
now and then, I will not bother looking for anything, out of fear of making
you angry, but your aloofness and your silence kill me....
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August, 1779
To his wife
If they who read my letter are angered by it, so much the worse for them
. . . They are amusing themselves today after their fashion, they are having
fun by preventing me from amusing myself; it is only fair that I should have
my turn, and my pen will be my weapon /as long as fate does not furnish me
with others/.
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July, 1779
To his wife
I do not have additional promenades, nor my room changed, nor the servant
at dinner. That just proves how much you care about what I need, and how
little pity you have for my state!
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May, 1779
To Mlle de Rousset
...The first is to tell you that if you leave before I am free, /I will
never see you again for the rest of my life/. The second is to examine your
grievances so that you will not go away with the impression of me as a false
and irrational man, a lying slanderer whom misery has embittered to the point
of making misanthropic....
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May 12, 1779
To Mlle de Rousset
Is it only now that you discover that people fear intelligence?... Nothing
can make you more enemies, and the reason is simple. With intelligence you
more readily recognize the ridiculous, with intelligence you cannot stop
yourself from laughing at it...
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April, 1779
To Mlle Rousset
My little beast, like a new Don Quixote, I will go to break my lances at
the four corners of the world to prove that my little beast is, of all the
little female beasts breathing between the two poles, she who writes the
best and who is the most lovable.
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March or April, 1779
To his wife
..[A]ll of you, in short, whose only motive is vengeance or the hope of attaining
rewards by basely serving the fury of those whose credit supports you or
whose money feeds you--do you know to what I compare you?
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March 22, 1779
To his wife
...I experience this quite extraordinary sensation that I have never come
across before. I would like some eminent psychologist to explain it to
me...
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July 1777
To his wife
Good God, what is going to become of me? By their dreadful conduct, do
they now want to bury me here for life?
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February 1777
To Mme de Montreuil
Of all the paths that vengeance and cruelty could have chosen, admit,
Madame, that you have indeed taken the most ghastly of all...
Sade's first letter written from the royal prison of Vincennes upbraids his
mother-in-law for orchestrating his capture.
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