I have all sorts of problems and feel discouraged.

I tolerate my faults but not at all other people's.

I am not feeling any better because I cannot stay in bed, having constant cause for walking. They say I leave at night by the window of my tower, hanging from a red umbrella with which I set fire to the forest!

You know what black hatred women feel toward me as soon as they see me, until I return inside my shell, they use every possible weapon. As soon as a generous man tries to help me out, a woman is here to hold his arm and prevent him from acting.

If you are nice, and keep your promise, we will be in paradise.

I sleep completely naked to make me believe you are here, but when I wake up it is not the same thing. Most of all, don't deceive me with other women any more.

Don't fear anything for your letters, they are burnt one by one and I hope you do the same with mine.