Napoleon Bonaparte (1769–1821) to Joséphine

I do not love thee anymore; on the contrary, I detest thee. Thou art horrid, very awkward, very stupid, a very Cinderella. Thou dost not write me at all, thou dost not love thy husband; thou knowest the pleasure that thy letters afford him, and thou dost not write him six lines of even haphazard scribble... In truth, I am anxious, my good amie, at not receiving your news... I hope before long to press you in my arms and shall shower on you a million burning kisses as under the Equator