If he could have seen how people behaved toward me when he had left us and the sympathy of so many for himself, he would at this moment not have wanted to die . . . Life weighed so heavily upon him, but as happens so often everyone is now full of praise, also for his talent.
(Theo's letter to his Mother, 1 August 1890.)




"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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