She loved him even before the moment she first saw him. A child, infatuated with the mere idea of the handsome and well-educated young writer living next-door. 289 more words
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Dear Stefan Zweig
I really have reason to thank you for the introduction which brought me yesterday’s visitors. For until then I was inclined to look upon surrealists, who have apparently chosen me for their patron saint, as absolute (let us say 95 per cent, like alcohol) cranks.