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- translated by Norman Glass
Paris, 4 February 1937
Dear friend,
Are not both green and yellow the opposite colors of death; gfeen for resurrection, yellow for decomposition, decay, and if coincidences mean something you will allow me to conclude this letter by drawing your attention to the following events.
I passed again through the village with the phallus and at the stroke of noon I asked for refuge at a miserable house from which I saw an Indian coming out, despite the heat, it was torrid at that moment, he kept himself wrapped up in a large cloak. I had already seen strange cloaks across the whole mountain; but this one bore four white triangles,...