Baudelaire to Flaubert
End of January, 1862.
My Dear Flaubert, I have committed an act of desperation, a madness, that I am changing into an act of wisdom by my persistence. If I had time enough (it would take very long) I would amuse you greatly by recounting my academical visits to you.
I am told that you are closely connected with Sandeau (who said, some time ago, to a friend of mine: “Oh, does M. Baudelaire write prose?”). I should be very much obliged if you would write to him what you think of me. I shall go and see him and will explain the meaning of this candidature which has surprised some of these gentlemen so much.
For a very long time I have wished to send you a brochure on Wagner, beyond which I do not know what to send. But, what is very absurd for a candidate, I have not one of my books with me at home.
On Monday last, in the “Constitutionnel” Sainte-Beuve wrote a masterly article, a pamphlet, enough to make one die with laughing, on the subject of candidates.
Always yours devotedly.