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{{Style P-Title|LETTER OF MADAME BLAVATSKY
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DR. ROTURA’S DISCOVERY}}
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{{HPB-CW-comment|view=center|[La Revue Spirite, Paris, December, 1879]}}
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[Translation of the foregoing original French text]


You do not write to us any more then? And to diversify your Parisian amusements you demolish me in the Revue. Very good, I have sent you my answer. What, then, does this story of my “thirty years” mean? You ought to have understood that it was a printer’s error; but your paper took my part in the most charming way, though leaving its readers with the notion that I have tried to rejuvenate myself! My friends, I may be eccentric, and have my faults, but I have never had any ridiculous vanity; I have been an old woman for many years, and the idea of charging me with such folly is really a little strong. I have spent thirty years in India; I am as old as I look, with a face furrowed with deep wrinkles, and my thirty years have slept for a long time at the antipodes of my faded life. I present my portrait from Nature to whoever will take it as proof; I do not wish to pass as a fool.
You do not write to us any more then? And to diversify your Parisian amusements you demolish me in the Revue. Very good, I have sent you my answer. What, then, does this story of my “thirty years” mean? You ought to have understood that it was a printer’s error; but your paper took my part in the most charming way, though leaving its readers with the notion that I have tried to rejuvenate myself! My friends, I may be eccentric, and have my faults, but I have never had any ridiculous vanity; I have been an old woman for many years, and the idea of charging me with such folly is really a little strong. I have spent thirty years in India; I am as old as I look, with a face furrowed with deep wrinkles, and my thirty years have slept for a long time at the antipodes of my faded life. I present my portrait from Nature to whoever will take it as proof; I do not wish to pass as a fool.