Jean COCTEAU. L.A.S. "Jean," October 12, 1951, to Mary Hoeck; 1 page small in-4. To his English translator. "My hand barometer announced rain. I am waiting for a remedy from America (unless America, which buys everything, including China, buys my hands to put them in the Museum of Modern Art). What she says about her white horse reminds her of a chapter in Swift... "A translation is a work of art. A translation is a work. One does not imagine that there will be contact and that this hypnosis will become an object and that this object will seek to provoke collective hypnosis"... He received from a young man called Millecam, from Algeria, a manuscript about himself that he considers admirable, of which one sentence struck him... He begs to be excused for his short letters: "My poor hands do not allow me to hold the penholder for long. I manage to paint with gloves. I paint the temptation of Christ on the mountain. I made a charming Satan, as it should be"...