From now on, when the mud reaches my knees, I will quickly lie down on the green grass and so keep my heart “pure” for after the war. That’s a promise, darling.

Three weeks with no letters. I can think of nothing else but this silence. And though I know that there’s no reason to be anxious, the feeling is stronger than I am, that’s the way it is.

Don’t forget that I am a dialectical materialist and an active member of a movement that basically is the reply, the only reply to all these complex problems.

In rare moments, I am perfectly happy. And why not? I have the right to be. I have you and I am conscious that in the moments of mortal danger to all humanity I did all that I could, given the circumstances, to help defeat that danger. It is humanity that is the victor of this war.

These narrow, winding little streets with their facades almost touching, where you can see only a tiny morsel of blue sky, where the beauty of the kids is hidden by a great layer of filth, where you smell the misery (that smell is the same everywhere, in Paris, Tokyo or Cairo. The smell of elegant women differs. But the smell of St.Ouen you find everywhere.), where promiscuity is the order of the day, where one sees the connection between architecture and sensuality – where however, everywhere, is reflected human beauty.

Yvette one must always remember that nothing has so debased man as much as fascism. And the generation to come will have a great job to accomplish – to detoxify the hearts and the brains of men poisoned by the bloody but refined regime. This operation can only lead to a happy result with an immense mass movement, like that which enabled a sixth of the world to succeed in creating a new man, a man knowing how to distinguish moral values.

Excuse me, darling, for going on so about the matter of correspondence (what is it compared with the immense flame which is our hearts!) But my heart pined so terribly for you, my body is so cruelly mortified by being separated from you, my soul, my whole being is strange to me, is halved, is nothing, because without you, my sweet, my beautiful darling Yvette.

Have you received all my letters? Are they numerous? This is at least my 10th letter, since I have been here.

And there were those who owned a lot and those who owned little. And those who owned a lot wanted to have more. And those who owned little wanted to live. Then they gave all power to a man who promised them everything: to bring down those who did not have enough, and to give an Empire to those who wanted more.

I was perhaps always from time to time a dreamer. No, not “perhaps” – it is sure. Every revolutionary must have inside himself something of a dreamer.