One of the letters I wrote about Josephine read:
I wrote this to my brother of my failing love for Josephine.
"The veil is torn…It is sad when one and the same heart is torn by such conflicting feelings for one person… I need to be alone. I am tired of grandeur; all my feelings have dried up. I no longer care about my glory. At twenty-nine I have exhausted everything."
What makes this one so embarrassing? The British intercepted it and published it in all their newspapers, humiliating me. Like a teacher reading your note out loud to the class for shock value.