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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 blood. |
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Click dates for complete letters. [reverse
chronological order]
- 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.
- 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.
- 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....
- 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....
- 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....
- 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....
- 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]....
- 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...
- December 2, 1779
Sade to his wife.
Yes, Madame, I am suffering, and, what is worse,
more and more every day.
- 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....
- 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. . .
- 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....
- 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/.
- 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!
- 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....
- 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...
- 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.
- 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?
- 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...
- 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?
- 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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