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'I have just had and still have a spot of weakness and trouble in my eyes,' wrote Degas to his then friend, the painter James Tissot. 'It caught me at Chateau by the edge of the water in full sunlight while I was doing a watercolour and it made me lose nearly three weeks, being unable to read or work or go out much, trembling all the time lest Ishould remain like that.' The year was 1871. Degas was thirty-seven, and he seems to have dated his affliction from this period, since he later told Walter Sickert (among others) that 'during the siege of Paris, he had slept in a studio with a high window from which the cold air poured down on his face at night.'
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