Boudier-Bakker’s letter from 1921
“It was a cat game. When I was sitting there, I suddenly saw a novel. In a small town all the women – consciously or unconsciously – were maddened by the monotony. Having to rely on each other. Degeneration, hatred, exhaustion, wouldn’t it be beautiful are? I love them. I’ll fantasize them all, but they’ll skin me anyway, I think.”