Maurice SACHS (1906-1945). L.A.S., January 31, 1942, to a friend; 2 1/2 pages in-8. On Marcel Proust. He has read his friend's notes; they show "a heart that only wants to blossom, an enthusiasm for the things of the mind that touches every other mind [...] Proust insinuates himself into us with a strong sweetness. Later on, as you go further into your reading, you may feel the weariness you feel when practicing Gide. But that's because no author can bear to be read en masse all at once. For they are too full and too rich [...] Proust only wrote one novel. Every fine work is defended, reserved for the patient, loving reader. But I believe that Proust has doubts, worries, that he does not at all adhere, as you say, to his destiny [...] Think, however, of the excruciating anguish of young Marcel". After comparing Proust's style with that of 17th-century memoirists and English authors, he concludes: "You have to deserve to read Proust, and you do"...