20th century LITERATURE. - Set of 8 handwritten items. - FARGUE (Léon-Paul). LAS addressed to Colette, about illness, 4 pages in-12. "I don't want you to suffer. That knows me. The illness that is in me instructs all sorts of beasts to play my nervous system, like a harp. There are good days. But on the bad ones, I have a raven clinging to my left shoulder, a woodpecker tapping my arms, a hedgehog in my hand turning away, a porcupine bristling at my foot... " - GREEN (Julien). LAS, addressed to journalist and writer Luc Estang, dated 23 March 1991, 1 page in-8 with envelope. "This fidelity which binds us by many common ideas...". - GREEN (Julien). LAS, addressed to "Mon bien cher Père" (Teilhard de Chardin?), dated 8 September 1948, 2 pages in-8. He describes his correspondent's account as "overwhelmingly sincere (...). This, I believe, is its particular value. (...) A true document of certain religious souls of our time. - MALRAUX (André). 2 LAS, addressed to Princess Bibesco, with envelope, one posted 16 July 1970, and the other dated 12 February 1971. 2 pages and 1 page in-12 - MICHAUX (Henri). Note a. s., 8 lines on an in-12 card "Dear Madam, you are right, I was drowning in a glass of water". - NOEL (Marie). LAS, 4 pages in-8, addressed to Lucien Descaves, dated Auxerre 21 November 1929. Her health is pitiful. "I feel like a precious snake, numb, stretched out, under the blankets that keep it warm (...). The "Chansons" have had their charms. The 'Chants de la Merci' will be less pleasant but more robust. She went on to mention the plays "Monsieur Bourdin profiteur" and "Knock", but on the whole they were less successful (...). There is a lot of interest here in your successes. Aren't you our Descaves! - MAURIAC (François). 2 LAS to Princess Bibesco, 2 pages and 1 page in-8, one postcard, with envelopes, one dated 27 March 1963, the other 1966. He reassures her about a film that will have little influence. - NOAILLES (Anna de). LAS, 1 page in-12 folded, dated 8 January 1923, addressed to Montherlant. She congratulates him on "the admirable book, whose magnificent and terrible lyricism frightens me".