Louis-Ferdinand CÉLINE. 4 L.A.S., Korsør [1949], to Dr. Odette Poulain; 13p. in-fol., 3 stamped envelopes. Nice unpublished correspondence on the attacks against him, and the project of a support committee. April 8: "Zuloaga has not transmitted anything. He is jealous. I send you my love. Here I am defended by Minerva! and Venus! I am saved! No more Aesculapius! I kiss you back! The sky belongs to me! Of course they will hang me soon in effigy! I'll kiss you anyway! I want to! Cromwell was hanged when he was dead! He couldn't do it anymore! One moment all is laughter! I've been chasing my bones for 5 years! Vive ces bienveillants nom de Dieu de la Coopération intellectuelle! I also knew that one in Geneva. Luchaire (the father) was part of it, stealing medals with his son (the shot man) in the furnished apartment they occupied on the lakeside. How funny! And Mother Curie! And her daughter (with her lovely legs!) here they are, judges, the same ones no doubt, (ghosts included) in psychology"... April 19. "Certainly, dear friend, there is something serious in my case. I'm in a 'mystical fart' with the French. You can't admit it - and you can't forgive it. You know, I've pretty much heard it all! I don't give a damn! Words of Honor! - Mon Dieu! But Sartre did indeed denounce me, designate me, slander me to the assassins and executioners of the Courts of Justice - in black and white, at the very moment when all the horns were blowing. A philosophical salute! Sartre is indeed a little scumbag, an outfitter and a flatterer - as far as I'm concerned. Let him do the same to you, and you'll stop philosophizing. You always have to put yourself in the plaintiff's shoes, dear Odette. Foutre de l'Olympe! Petite bourrique est Sartre, dirty little giver. I've received in certain circles in certain times when this little kind of act was gently sanctioned, quickly, radically, to the applause of all - (men I mean). - On to the positive now! I babble like a lady too! - If you know any men (at last) in a good position - and who mean well by me - then they should get in touch with Raoul Nordling, Swedish Consul General in Paris [...]. Nordling will do the rest if there's anything to be done! But he would like to find some French support in France, from doctors and resistance fighters. Oh, it's not a question of rehabilitating me! Good heavens! It's about making my fate a little less miserable"... He writes, but he has a headache, and he's getting old. "I'll try to make those cows of readers laugh a little longer - then I'll put down my chewing tobacco!"... April 21st. He sends her a friend, "Colonel Camus [...] breveté d'État-major, ex "attaché" to Gl Weygand - a kind-hearted man of great knowledge and distinction - and experience. He knows all about my affairs. He also knows about my "Operation Nordling". He knows Nordling and his surroundings - and all my friends and circumstances. I'd like to have a word with you - to hear what you have to say. You must get on admirably - the immediate clinical liaison - our algebra - and the friendship I hope you bear me. Say all the bad you want but a little good - just what is needed"... August 30. "My Danish defender, Thorwald Mikkelsen will be in Paris around Sept. 5. I've asked him to visit you. He is not only my defender but my guarantor with the Danish Gt. I live with him in the country. He knows my case inside out, its thousand idiocies, its episodes... Now it's a question of getting through to French Justice... getting through to what?..." He sends him an article from Europe Amérique, "with vile photos [...] they look like they were taken at the morgue!"... Enclosed is this article by Chambri [Pierre Monnier], an interview with Céline in Denmark.