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To Josephine at Milan,
Sent from Verona, 13 November 1976

I do not love thee any more; on the contrary, I detest thee. Thou art horrid, very awkward, very stupid, a very Cinderella. Thou dost not write me at all, thou dost not love thy husband; thou knowest the pleasure that thy letters afford him, and thou dost not write him six lines of seven haphazard scribble.
What do you do then all day, Madam? What matter of such importance is it that takes up your time from writing to your very good lover? What affection stifles and pushes on one side the love, the tender and constant love, which you have promised him? Who can be this marvellous, this new lover who absorbs all your instants, tyrannises your entire days, and prevent you from being solicitous about your husband? Josephine, beware, one fine night the doors will break open and I will be there.

In truth, Iam anxious, my good amie, at not receiving your news; write me quickly four pages, and say those amiable things which fill my heart with sentiment and pleasure.
I hope before long to press you in my arms and shall shower on you a million burning kisses as under the Equator.
Bonaparte

To Josephine at Genoa
sent from milan, 27 November 1796 three o'clock afternoon

I arrive at Milan, I rush into your appartment, I have left everything to see you, to press you in my arms...you were not there; you rn to towns where there are festivities; you leave me when I arrive, you do not care any more for your dear Napoleon. It was caprice your loving him; fickleness makes you indifferent to him. Accustomed to dangers, I know the remedy for the worries and ills of life. The misfortune that overtakes me is incalculable; I had the right to be spared this.
I shall be here till the 9th in the evening. Do not put yourself out; run after pleasures; happiness is made for you. The entire world is too glad to be able to please you, and only your husband is very, very unhappy.
Bonaparte


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