Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff

Notebook 013

November 1873 — December 1873

18 entries 18 translated

Main location: Nice

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begun Friday, 21 November 1873 finished Tuesday, 9 December 1873 belonging

I see with regret. ==As days went on it became sadly clear that Hitchcock is an ignorant and stupid female.== She knows nothing, nothing, absolutely...

-- Yes, but in my opinion, how happy she was when she saw Hamilton's relative.

A Russian hippopotamus, Soukhotine, came to see us; he saw Maman yesterday at the concert and spoke to us in the carriage. A true hippopotamus -- he...

My august father has arrived. Walitsky saw him yesterday at Monte Carlo. He is with that actress Durocher. How shameful his arrival -- ==indeed== a...

I write the journal for two days together; let us begin with Wednesday. Nothing remarkable; Woerman came, his first visit here. I must say I had the...

His marriage is definitely fixed for the 10th of December -- in twelve days.

I have not come to my senses until now. This is truly a wretched state; how that creature is killing me. I am not tranquil for a moment. It is not...

I meant to rise early and do a great deal of work, but as always happens when I make plans for the future, I did nothing. I could barely be ready in...

I wait a full hour for my horse, in the company of Bete, who is ill and lying down at Dina's. We talk -- husbands, wives, love, the arts of...

Worth has sent me several samples, but nothing suits me; I shall write again.

I am nearly ill; it is two days now that I have eaten almost nothing. Nothing makes me vicious like hunger. I am like a wild lion and I weep at the...

At two o'clock I am not yet ready, and the Barters have come, then Tibet, Allen, Ashton, and others I no longer recall, then the Howards. We go to...

I rise at eight. Hitchcock is the height of disgust, and arrogant. A peasant, stupid, ignorant! Fie! I go out first by carriage (brown dress, not...

I am impatient; how slow they are. How impatient they must be.

Three days! For me an instant; for them a century.

I have had the habit these past days of beginning the journal with "in two days, etc." -- I write it the evening before.

I fell asleep yesterday at about eleven o'clock and I rise at half past five. I feel fresher, but I see one thing: instead of a ==*fit*== of despair,...