Lucien GUITRY. 2 L.A.S., 18, avenue Élisée Reclus [May 1910-1911], to Docteur Tixier; 4 and 3pages in-12, one envelope. Truculent letters to his doctor. - Adopt us! We are worthless. I wouldn't give a cent of our guts. I play in the morning and won't be home until 7 this evening. In the meantime, pick the "Language" item. Mine is as thick as 20 rounds of felt for bocks. & if you only knew what it's like to play Le Tribun [by Paul Bourget] with it. Replay "Intestines" because this creature has God knows what in it"... - "I am the prey of Marc Gaucher, who seizes my muscles (if I dare say so) and takes one bite of them in the morning. [...] in my presence he might speak of "headaches", "anguish", of emptiness "there"... of "feeling of distress" and if before me you had asked him if his parents drank, if he had had the pox or simply winds, he would have answered you smiling like a cherub... no... no"...