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Item Details
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| Author: |
Perlès, Alfred |
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SOLD BY PRIVATE TREATYOne-page typed letter signed to Henry Miller |
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Dorset |
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6th July, 1978 |
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196317 |
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424 |
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210 |
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| The Library of Roger Wagner |
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03/18/2010 |
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1pm PST |
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$ 500 |
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$ 800 |
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| Description: |
| 1 page TLs. One blue paper that doubled as the mailing envelope. |
| Letter to Miller from his good friend, describing an anguished visit with his wife to his native Vienna, which he hadn't visited since 1947. Perlès gives a moving description of his sadness at seeing Vienna after so many years: "Anne and I went to Vienna last month, where we spent a week. It was my first visit to the place since 1947 when my home- town was still under the four-power occupation and the people were starving. Then I wept for the Viennese, but this time for Vienna. The place has changed almost beyond recognition from the days of Emperor Franz-Josef under whose reign I was born. Of course, much else has changed, too, in the last 81 years. Including myself. I wandered through the streets in a haze, they might as well have belonged to Philadelphia or Pittsburg [sic], Pennsylvania, where I've never been. I felt like an alien in my own hometown. But then I'm an alien no matter where I go...The city is very prosperous now, with a much harder currency than the English pound...I did take a day off and went all by myself to Htteldorf, where I'd spent the best years of my childhood and early adolescence. Great changes there, too. The garden of the house where we then lived and which, in memory, was the most beautiful garden in the world, more beautiful even than the Luxembourg, has been turned into a carpark! And the delicatessen shop across the street has given place to a supermarket. It was a pilgrimage-cum-swansong to the remote past to which I can never return. Walking through the old familiar streets I shed a few tears, just for good measure, and returned to town to meet my beloved spouse in an expensive Konditorei...." |
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| About fine. |
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