Why, having such a right and clear idea of duty and usefulness, do I always do the opposite?
Living resolutely on the brink of the abyss, trailed by misery, Charles Baudelaire knew how to transform adversity into an inferno of art and thought. From the back room of an inn or an icy makeshift dwelling, the master of symbolists recounts in these letters his financial woes. Cursed by those who lent him money, petrified with pride and anger, the poet overcame all crises, managing to embody the myth of a bohemian life and writing.