"M.M. possède à peu près vingt lettre de moi... une au moins dont je me souviens, et qui est une profession de sadisme. Je n'en dors plus.""

Humorous autograph letter signed by Claude Farrère, then on a Mediterranean cruise and posted from the Hotel Washington Irving in Granada, 8 pages on two double sheets, in which he notably recounts his exploits with the fairer sex.
Fold marks inherent to postal handling, envelope included.
Claude Farrère, leaving Tangier for Granada via Gibraltar, humorously narrates his latest feminine conquest and his rivalry with another suitor: "Yesterday morning as the Cassini was about to leave Tangier - where I had a delicious flirtation with a young girl!! [...] We spotted a human being on the quarterdeck..., which human being was screaming like a suckling pig caught by the tail in a door. It was my successor... Suppose this good man had had less powerful lungs: we would not have heard him..."
He thanks Pierre Louÿs for his latest letter to which he hastens to respond: "I picked up your letter yesterday. And you see, I don't wait twenty-four hours to answer you. I note indeed that as soon as one is away more than fifteen days, all conversation becomes impossible. Judge for yourself!!!" while clarifying things about the too numerous women he has seduced to the point that Pierre Louÿs can no longer keep track: "I would have sworn on my life that I had narrated to you in detail my adventure with Mlle M.; I must have searched a good hour in my memories for what the initials CG could represent!!! That's where we stand. It's maddening."
But Claude Farrère sometimes exposes himself to the risks of his abundant sentimental victories and ironically boasts of his setbacks: "M.M. possesses about twenty letters from me... at least one that I remember, and which is a profession of sadism. I no longer sleep. Trust pretty flirtatious persons after that who write you delicate horrors to procure prose for posthumous publication!!!"
He also details for him, in a playful and epic manner, his last evening aboard the Cassini and the marks of sympathy he received: "My departure from the Cassini was the most perfectly grotesque thing on earth, and even of the five oceans... Toasts, effusions, feasts... R. solemnly informs me that I am 'warmly' proposed for the cross by him and the admiral. I (who knew it), classic and profound stupefaction. Thereupon, the launch comes alongside, my suitcases embark, I follow them... the crew had been sleeping for two hours theoretically. But barely does the launch push off, savage howling, clamors, vivats, hurrahs. Without saying anything all these good people had patiently waited for it to be time to shout. Naturally I began to cry. Finally, total idiocy."
He concludes this missive by enumerating the Andalusian cities he will visit: "I leave the day after tomorrow for Seville, then Córdoba and Toledo..."