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...months since Sir Winston Churchill died, books about him have been written by his friend Lady Asquith, his valet Roy Howells, and Son Randolph, who is putting the finishing touches on the "official" family biography. None of them is likely to reveal as much detail-or raise such a storm -as the memoirs of Lord Moran of Manton. Lord Moran was Churchill's doctor...
MARQUIS DE SADE, SELECTED LETTERS, edited by Gilbert Lély. From prison and the lunatic asylum, the Marquis wrote to his mother-in-law, his wife and his valet, hoping that someone would understand. These letters make a human figure of the ogre whose actions and fantasies turned his name into an eponym for the pain that, to some, gives pleasure...
MARQUIS DE SADE, SELECTED LETTERS, edited by Gilbert Lély. From Vincennes prison and the lunatic asylum at Charenton, the Marquis de Sade wrote to his mother-in-law, his wife and his valet hoping that someone would understand him. He remains an enigma whose habit of acting out monstrous fantasies made his name an eponym for the pain that, to some, gives pleasure...
...also wrote letters, mostly to his wife, his mother-in-law, his mistress and his valet. Unlike his fictive fantasies, these painful letters are not designed to give pleasure. Most of them are wheedling pleas to be let out of prison, or the usual prisoner's complaint about the food or the class of person he is compelled to associate with. Some are funny, some unconsciously so, including one in which he suggests that a few girls as cellmates would relieve him of the urge to write books...
...visited him in immodest clothes, told her he would rather see her in a whorehouse than with her mother, and lectured her sternly about his superior philosophical systems ("Mine," he wrote, "are based on reason, and yours are merely the fruit of stupidity"). He was more jovial with his valet Carteron: "Ah: you ancient pumpkin cooked in bugs' juice, third horn of the devil's head, codface drawn out like the two ears of an oyster, slipper of a procuress." It was hardly an appropriate tone to take with one's valet, but Carteron was no ordinary...