G. Sand

CCXCVII. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT

Nohant, 8th October, 1875

Well, well, your health has come back in spite of you, since you are

sleeping all night. The sea air forces you to live and you have

made progress, you have given up a work that would not have made a

success. Do something more of earth earthy, which would reach

everybody. Tell me what price they would sell Croisset for if they

are obliged to sell it. Is it a house and garden, or is there a farm

and grounds! If it is not beyond my means I might buy it and you

should spend the rest of your life there. I have no money, but I

should try to shift a little capital. Answer me seriously, I beg of

you; if I can do it, it shall be done.

I have been ill all the summer, that is to say, that I have suffered

continually, but I have worked all the more not to think of it. In

fact they are to put on Villemer and Victorine at the Theatre

Francais again. But there is nothing now in preparation. I do not

know at what time in the autumn or winter I shall have to go to

Paris. I shall find you there ready and courageous, shan't I? If you

have made, through goodness and devotion, as I think, a great

sacrifice for your niece, who, in truth, is your real daughter, you

will forget all about it and will begin your life again as a young

man. Is one old when one does not choose to be? Stay at the seaside

as long as you can. The important thing is to patch up the physical

machine. Here with us it is as warm as in midsummer. I hope that you

still have the sun down there. Study the life of the mollusc! They

are creatures better endowed than one thinks, and, for my part, I

should love to take a walk with Georges Pouchet! Natural history is

the inexhaustible source of agreeable occupations for even those who

seek only amusement in it, and if you actually attacked it you would

be saved. But you must by all means save yourself, for you are

somebody, and you cannot drop out of the running, as can a mere

ruined grocer. We all embrace you with our best love.

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