Saturday, July 26, 2008
Joan Primus
26.7.08
With tears in my eyes, I am nodding, Yes, for you, my love, I would do anything.
written, GeminiSide
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
C. Etheredge
23.7.08
My life began with love, & so will it end it.
written, GeminiSideThursday, July 10, 2008
Rachel Russell to Arthur Sullivan
10.7.08
Arthur Sullivan (1842-1900) English composer and conductor who collaborated with W.S. Gilbert in writing many of gland's most famous operettas. In the late 1860s, he carried on an affair with two daughters of a prominent navel architect. He was unofficially engaged to Rachel Russell, twenty-three, but courted her older sister, Louise. Rachel Russell broke off the engagement. Never married, Arthur's high living took its toll on his last years. Addicted to morphine, and an inveterate gambler.Arthur died at the age of fifty-eight without any of his close friends in attendance.
I do so fear I have given myself away to you too completely. I try and I think our love is ideal and perfect and that your letters are all my heart longs for, and that they satisfy its uttermost cravings and when I see others love -- I say to myself, mine is better, greater, purer, nobler -- and the voice I cannot silence rises within me and says -- "its false". If any other woman who love you can make you happier than I -- then darling do not fear to leave me.
written, GeminiSideWednesday, July 02, 2008
Sarah Bernhardt to Jean Richepin
2.7.08
Sarah Bernhardt (1844-1923) French actress. In 1882 she married jacques Damala, a Greek actor possessed of limited talent and an oversized ego, from whom she later separated. Among her lovers were the Belgian Prince de Ligne, the artist Gustave Dore, numerous actors, and the picaresque French poet, dramatist, and novelist Jean Richepin (1849-1926). This turbulent and torturous affair began shortly after her husband left to serve in the army in North Africa.
You came -- you breathed your powerful breath over me and other people, my hesitations, and my whys and wherefores all crumbled. I drank on your lips the truth of love and I trembled in your arms, feeling the real, mad sensation of bodily rapture, and I saw in your eyes the absolute superiority of your being. I kiss each of your hairs, gently I calm your adored body and my lips ask a hundred thousand pardons and beg that your lips be given back to me.
written, GeminiSide
