Yesterday, having finished writing, I go to Maman to find out for certain whether they have bought that villa, but they reassure me -- fortunately...
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...
==Disgusting place! Dreadful town! Dull inhabitants! How I hate you! Nice! Nice, how I hate you!==
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 read this at *tea* and I tore out the page to keep it. It is a great...
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 repulsiveness, and ==arrogant==. A peasant, stupid, ignorant! Fie! I go out first by carriage (brown...
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,...