
| Paris, January 1876 |
Dear Theo,
Thanks for your letter, write to me often, for I long to hear from you in these days.
Write me at length,
speak to me of your daily life, you see that I am doing the same. What you told me about
Boks was very
interesting, how he arranged his studio, and that you go there often keep me well
informed about those
things.
We feel lonely now and then and long for friends and think we should be quite different
and happier if we
found a friend of whom we might say: "He is the one." But you, too, will begin to learn
that there is much
self-deception behind this longing; if we yielded too much to it, it would lead us from
the road.
There is a phrase that haunts me these days it is today's text, "His children will
seek to please the poor."
And now here is some news: my friend Gladwell is moving. One of the employees of the
printing office
convinced him to come and lodge with him; for quite a while he did everything he could to
persuade him.
I know that Gladwell made this decision without thinking about it, I regret his departure
very much; it will
be soon, probably towards the end of the month.
For several days we have had a mouse in our "cabin", which is what we call our room. Every
night, we put
bread on the floor for it, and it knows already where to find it.
I have been reading the ads in the English newspapers, and I have already answered some of
them. Let us
hope for success.
Kind regards to Roos and others if they ask about me, and write soon. À Dieu. Tell
me if Mr. Tersteeg
mentions me to you; give him my kindest regards whenever I write to you. Always
Your loving brother, Vincent