[GEN PAUL]. CELINE (Louis Ferdinand). Voyage au bout de la nuit. Paris, Denoel, s.d. [c. 1943]. In 8, full vellum, smooth spine, title on spine. Illustrated by GEN PAUL. A fine copy with 3 autograph sheets by Celine replies: 5 pages in biros with erasures and additions, extracts from D'un chateau l'autre (published in 1957 by Gallimard) for pp. 94 to 96 and Feerie pour une autre fois (published in 1952 by Gallimard) for pp. 136 and 136bis with numerous variants from the definitive texts (including a very reworked sheet in which he evokes his stolen manuscripts): page numbered 94: ils s'arteraient bien de deconner! The Maginot question was asked and I still had no answer. I was handcuffed again and back on the bus to the gnouf! (it was like that for months and then one moment I couldn't move at all so they came to see me and asked me the same question again at the bottom of the hole. 3 metres by 3, 6 metres deep, a pit in which to rot. page cipher 95: Verdir no better beri beri lichen myopia [?]... the little idea that I might die there? oh sure. Certainly. But take it easy... no scandal, no talk of torture...! Two years at the bottom of the well... What do you think? A 75% war casualty!... So only 25% of his person? What do you think? So? and this scum complains! Shit! Now, two years later, in Meudon, they're not asking me anything... page number 96: I'm no longer trying to understand! The flute! Damn ! Other worries ! Gas... electricity! And coal ! And carrots and oxtail for the dogs. Surely the pirates [biffe: qui m'ont vole tout liquide sous les bois et les manuscrits et les nippes, tout devalise, secoue, saccage et mes meubles nippes manuscrits ont tout mon local rue Giradon meubles nippes manuscrits... souffrent] . page chiffree 136: Ils vont pas y rire! But the North is good for them Russians, with bacon and red cabbage, those delicacies of the North. I had some Russians with me up there in the cell, or rather in the infirmary. One of them was called Barrabas... He was bitten by Denmark because of the houses, the pavements... He'd had time to admire it, he'd lived there for two years, and he was a real sapper!... The Russians were clamouring for us to go back. Barrabas would rather die than go back to Russia... Page 136 bis: He'd eat a bit more and stammer out ten words of German. He made me propaganda for the capitalist party... He was twice as tall as me. He came and went in the cage... He wouldn't stop... we were locked up together...