For Dominique Aury
So it is, for me, that you live on, your writing a seductive light of decency and wonderful poetry, for everything I read from you is sheer delight…
And, yes, there is a bit of jealousy in this admiration, in this search through shadows, towards the man you loved and for whom you wrote the ultimate passionate letter, the one that cannot be forgotten.
You wrote of a gift never equalled since, of a sacrifice that only heroines of old were capable.
Is this madness, falling in love with someone who left this world so long ago?