
So, Friday, in the middle of the day, I reach Paris. One more day here, and I should, not die, but go mad.
– Chopin
(from a letter to Wojciech Grzymala
[London, November 1848]

So, Friday, in the middle of the day, I reach Paris. One more day here, and I should, not die, but go mad.
(from a letter to Wojciech Grzymala
[London, November 1848]