conveyed to Lugne-Poë:[1] it is something that at a time of disgrace and shame I should be still regarded as an artist : I wish I could feel more pleasure, but I seem dead to all emotions except those of anguish and despair. However, please let Lugne-Poë know that I am sensible of the honour he has done me. He is a poet himself. I fear you will find it difficult to read this, but as I am not allowed writing materials I seem to have forgotten how to write—you must excuse me. Thank More for exerting himself for books; unluckily I suffer from headaches when I read my Greek and Roman poets—so they have not been of much use—but his kindness was great in getting the set. Ask him to express my gratitude to the lady who lives at Wimbledon. Write to me please in answer to (this, and tell me about literature, what new books, etc.— also Jones's play and Forbes Robertson's management: —about any new tendency in the stage of Paris or London. Also try and see what Lemaître, Bauër, and Sarcey
- ↑ The first impersonator of Herod and first producer of Salomé in Paris, 1896.
