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 his white horse reminds him of a chapter in Swift... "A translation is a work of art.A translation is a work of art. One never imagines 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 a manuscript about himself from a young man called Millecam, from Algeria, which he considers admirable, and of which one sentence struck him... He begs to be excused for his short letters: "My poor hands don't allow me to hold the penholder for long. I can paint with gloves on. I'm painting the temptation of Christ on the mountain. I have made a charming Satan, as is only right"...