Louis-Ferdinand CÉLINE. L.A.S. "LF Destouches", [September 15, 1938, to Évelyne Pollet]; 1 1/2 pages in-4. They had a narrow escape... "My fate is of little importance, none at all. It's just for sport... I'm not used to losing. Even when I get older, I'll be upset. I don't know what's going to happen when it all falls apart. What will I do? If things settle down a bit, I'll go to Belgium [...] to spend a few days. I'll have finished my next sequel to Bagatelles - and that's the end of the question. As far as I'm concerned, I'll have exhausted the subject. The summer was spent at work, I didn't leave my room"... Lettres (Pléiade), 38-24.