I had been to see him last week. He had confided to me that he had cancer and that he was taking heavy doses of chloral to ease his sufferings. A fortnight ago, he had refused an invitation from some of his close relatives, who wanted to take him to the Midi; he had told them: 'By the end of February, beginning of March, I'll be dead.' The prophecy has come to pass.
From an article by Jean Marabini in Combat, 5 March 1948. (Trans: Emmanuelle de la Lubie)
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