My dear Theo,
Having received your letter of 13 May, which must have
crossed a letter of mine to you, I find it necessary to explain
a few things to you without delay.
A great deal of what I read in your letter I certainly
appreciate very much, for instance, `One must be narrow-minded
or hypocritical to set one class without question above
another.'
The world, however, does not reason like that and never sees
or respects man's `humanity' but only the greater or lesser
value of the money or goods he carries with him so long as he
is on this side of the grave. The world takes no account at all
of what happens beyond the grave. That is why the world goes no
further than its feet will take it.
For my part, however, I feel sympathy or antipathy for men
just as men, and their circumstances leave me relatively
indifferent.
Yet even I take some note (and were my own circumstances to
allow me, I should make even further concessions) when
you say, `There are many who maintain a certain social standing
in order to avoid attention from others and lest people meddle
too much in their affairs.' Very often, indeed, I let things
pass, thinking, I'm not going to do or say this or that in case
I give offence to somebody or other.
But when it comes to important, serious maters one must act,
not in accordance with l'opinion publique, not according to
one's own passions, but following the ABC which is the basis of
all morality: `Love thy neighbour as thyself.' Act in a way you
can justify before God. Do the right thing and act loyally.
Now, when it comes to Christien, this is my reasoning: how
should I like it if someone first helped me and then left me in
the lurch? Wouldn't I think…someone who behaves like
that would have done better to have left me alone. If he
doesn't finish what he started - he really has deceived me.
The father of Xtien`s [Christien's] child argued
in the exact spirit of your letter, Theo, but in my opinion
quite wrongly. He was very kind to her, but did not marry her,
even when he had made her pregnant, for the sake, he said, of
his position and his family, etc. Xtien was young at
the time and had met him after her father's death, didn't know
then what she knows now, and when the man died there she was
alone with her child - forsaken, without a penny. À
contrecoeur [reluctantly] went on the streets, became ill, was
taken to hospital, in all sorts of trouble…
That man's behaviour made him guilty before God, although in
the eyes of the world he had kept up his position, `had paid
her off.' But at the moment when he faced death, do you imagine
he felt no regret and remorse???
Now, in this world, the characters of people like him come
up against characters like, say, mine. I care as little for the
world as the aforesaid person cared for what is right. The
semblance of doing right was enough for him. As for me, I
wouldn't give you tuppence for the world's opinion. What comes
first and foremost with me is this: I will not deceive or
forsake a woman. If a woman refuses to have anything to do
with me, like Kee Vos, I don't try to force her, no matter how
strong my passion. I turn away with desolation in my heart the
moment my own `she and no other' is met by her `certainly not
him.'
I will not force and I will not forsake. And I, too,
protest when I myself am forced or forsaken.
If I were married to a woman and I realized that that woman
was carrying on with another, I wouldn't stand for any
nonsense, but even then I wouldn't forsake her before I had
tried everything possible to bring her back. So you see what I
think of marriage and that I take it seriously.
Now as you know, when I met Xtien she was
pregnant, ill, left out in the cold. I was alone, and had just
had the experience in Amsterdam I wrote to you about. I started
it - though not immediately with marriage in mind. However,
when I got to know her better, it became obvious to me that if
I wanted to help her I must set about it more seriously.
Then I spoke to her frankly and said, I think about this and
that, in such and such a way, I see your position and mine in
such and such a way. I am poor - but I am no seducer. Will you
be able to put up with me? Otherwise there isn't any point in
going on.
At which she said, I want to be with you, no matter how poor
you are.
And that is how it all came about. And before very long now
she will be going to Leyden and I should like to marry her
without any fuss straight after that. Because otherwise there
will be something false about her position and mine, which I
most decidedly wish to avoid.
I shall be like a workman with a trade in which she is my
assistant. My drawings are in your hands and for the first year
at least my bread and hers will depend on you and on all those
who are willing to help me, because you can see that I am doing
my best and that I have the gift of drawing, and I believe of
painting as well, which little by little will become more
evident.
Now, Theo, I do not think I am disgracing my family by what
I have done - and I wish my family would come to terms with it.
Otherwise we will remain in opposite camps and I will have to
declare: I will not forsake a woman to whom I am attached by a
bond of mutual aid and respect in order to oblige anybody. I
have come to terms with her past and she has come to terms with
my past. If my family disowned me for seducing a woman and I
had actually done it, then I should feel like a blackguard, but
if I were to be opposed because I remained loyal to a woman to
whom I had pledged my troth, I should despise my family.
Not everyone is suited to be a painter's wife -
she is willing, she learns something every day. I
understand peculiarities in her character that have repelled
others. But H. G. T. would probably think of her what he thinks
of me, and say, `She has a disagreeable nature and there is
something unattractive about her,' and there the matter would
rest.
But it goes without saying that I have enough knowledge of
the world and of human nature to ask for nothing more than that
people should not oppose my marriage - and I hope that I will
not be wanting for my daily bread as long as I can show that I
am doing my best and straining every nerve to become a good
painter, or perhaps merely a draughtsman. I shall not be
visiting my family or anything of the sort, however, either by
myself or with her, but shall remain in the walk of life to
which my work has allotted me. And then nobody can take
offence, unless `men of iniquity should deliberately try to
find a stumbling block,' which I trust will not be the
case.
However, you will find me most obliging in everything I am
able to do without being disloyal to Christien. I should very
much like to have your advice on, for instance, where I should
live, and the like. If there is some objection to my remaining
in The Hague, then I owe The Hague no loyalty. And I can find
somewhere to work wherever you think fit, be it a village or a
town. The figures and the landscape that come my way will no
doubt always be interesting enough for me to do my best, so you
are welcome to speak your mind freely on the subject. But it
goes without saying that there must be no question of putting
me under guardianship, I made my feelings concerning that
perfectly clear during the Gheel affair: that sort of thing
would be quite hors de saison [inopportune].
But as far as being loyal or disloyal to Christien is
concerned, my feeling is: `I must not break a promise of
marriage.'
Had Kee Vos been willing to listen to me last summer in
Amsterdam, she might not have been so quick to send me packing
and then things would have been quite different. At the time,
however, as you know, although I followed her all the way,
although I pursued her as far as Amsterdam, all my attempts to
speak to her or to establish anything with a certainty -
anything I could rely on, that is - proved futile.
Now the very pace of life is driving and urging me on, as
well as the work, and the new things that crop up and which I
must tackle with a will if I want to hold my own in the bitter
struggle. Taking things lying down is what I did in years gone
by, taking action and being alert is what I do now, having
found my work and my vocation.
So I consider your letter in the main quite mistaken, but
perhaps that is because you haven't thought things through, and
I credit you with being better than that particular letter this
morning suggests.
Now the difference between your case and mine is that in the
first place you and she were considerably younger than
Xtien and I, and secondly, your future and mine are
different, that is, I for my part ply a humble trade and you
hold a position which of necessity requires you to keep up a
certain style.
This is all clear enough, it seems to me, and also that
being a minor you were right to obey, while I for my part,
being of age, am at liberty to say to Father: this is a matter
in which you cannot and must not press me.
Now, you say that what has happened between Xtien
and me does not mean I have to marry her. This is what
Xtien and I think about it: we both want a very
domesticated life, close together, need each other every day
for our work and like to be together every day. We want
there to be nothing false in our position and consider marriage
the only radical means of stopping the world talking and of
seeing to it that we are not … reproached with an
illicit relationship. If we do not get married, they could
indeed say that something or other is wrong - if we do get
married we shall be very poor and give up any social pretenses,
but our action will be right and honourable. You will
understand this, I think.
But if you should now say, `Vincent, you're going to have a
dreadful time and terrible worries,' then what I shall reply
is, yes. Brother, I'm well aware of that, you are right, but,
my dear fellow, what I would find even worse would be the
feeling deep down inside of: `You have treacherously abandoned
that woman whom you met in the winter, pregnant and sick, and
have thrown her back on to the cruel cobblestones once more.'
That is not going to be said about me, and you will realize by
now that it isn't `obstinacy' on my part or `wantonly having it
my own way,' but that I must stand by Xtien, that I
have pledged her my troth and that I shall keep my pledge.
Once again, if my staying in The Hague should bother anyone,
please say so frankly, I am only too happy to yield on all
matters concerning a home or the like. I need a studio, a
living room and a bedroom, and though I am not indifferent as
to whether that will be in The Hague or elsewhere, I shall be
happy to show willing. However it must all be discussed quite
differently from, for example, the way Father did on the Gheel
occasion. That was scandalous.
Should it be possible for me to have, say, 50 frs. a month
this year (although my work still isn't saleable yet, it is the
foundation on which I shall be able to build later on) - then I
shall get down to business with a will and in good heart,
because I shall at least know then that I shan't be lacking the
barest necessities I require for my work - my daily bread, a
home, drawing materials - I shall be able to work
then.
Were I to be told for certain that you are withdrawing your
support, I should be rendered powerless. With the best will in
the world my hand would become paralysed - everything would
indeed be dreadful then, yes, everything would be terrible.
What satisfaction would that give you or anyone else? I should
become downhearted and it would go hard with Christien and the
child. You may think it's going too far to suppose you capable
of doing anything like that, but `such things can
happen.' If this dreadful fate has to befall me - so be it.
Though it hangs over my head, I can say nothing other than: I
have pledged Xtien my troth and she has pledged me
hers, and we do not have it in us to break this pledge.
And yet - confound it - what's happening? - and what sort of
times do we live in? - wake up, Theo! Don't let them confuse
you or sway you with their Jesuitisms. Do I deserve being left
in the lurch by you because I have helped a pregnant woman and
will not send her back on to the streets? Is that a capital
offence???
Goodbye, my dear fellow, but before you strike at me and
chop off my head, and Xtien `s and
the child's as well - sleep on it once more. But again, if
it has to be, then in God's name `off with my head,' though
preferably not, I still need it for drawing.
Ever yours, Vincent
P. S. Xtien and the child won't be able to pose
headless either.
At this time, Vincent was 29 year oldSource: Vincent van Gogh. Letter to Theo van Gogh. Written 14 May 1882 in The Hague. Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison, number 198. URL: https://www.webexhibits.org/vangogh/letter/11/198.htm.
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