A love letter from Napoleon Bonaparte to Joséphine de Beauharnais
I don’t love you, not at all; on the contrary, I detest you. You’re a naughty, gawky, foolish Cinderella. You never write me; you don’t love your own husband; you know what pleasures your letters give him, and yet you haven’t written him six lines. Of what sort can be that marvellous being, that new lover that tyrannises over your days and prevents your giving any attention to your husband? Some fine night, the doors will be broken open, and there I’ll be.
[November 1796]
