Wednesday, 3 December 1873

In seven days.
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 same time.
In the Galignani there is yet another pleasure for me. The Prince and Princess of Wales entertain a party of friends; among them are the Manchesters, she and he.

^[In English in the original.]
Beyond the pain of losing Hamilton, I am now even more grieved at losing the duke -- the position he would give me, the name, the fortune; I should be received at court, I should shine in society... what more can I say!
I should have what I dream of, what I adore, what I desire more than anything in the world, what I pray to God for every evening, what is made for me and what I am made for.
Life, pleasures, receptions, and society above all, court even more -- I should be known. Oh, my God, forgive my vanity! I am vain; I admit it. But God Almighty, give me what I implore Thee to give. I live only in the hope of living later. I weep, I torment myself at every moment, on account of our way of life, our position. I am a wretched creature, but Lord, have pity on me; do not punish me! I promise to do nothing but good, to be good. My God, forgive my sins and give me what I ask of Thee on my knees!
I missed my lesson with Hitchcock, on account of my hunger, my misery. I am wretched! I want to scream, to hit something! I do not know what is the matter with me. I seize every opportunity to...
It is above all our life that is killing me.
Can one be as foolish as I! What right have I to the person of the Duke of Hamilton; why have I imagined he must be my husband? Why all these castles in the air? When I reason, I find I am foolish; but so sharp, so cutting, so bitter a pain kills me, torments me, seizes my whole being. When I think there are people who have everything I want. She, she herself has... but she more than any other, more than the whole world, since she also has him, that wild boar. How tame he must be now, I am sure -- he dances, he rides, he... enough.

^["Rides" in English in the original.]
I whimper the whole day long, now for one thing, now for another -- for hunger most of all.
At last they give me meat and bring the horse. It is a different groom who accompanies me. I ride almost always beside the carriage and talk with them -- Maman, my aunt, and Dina. Walitsky and my aunt are again in a state of agitation on my account -- why I ride, etc., etc. In half an hour they beg me to turn back, but I continue to the racecourse. I cross the field, but the grandstand has vanished; I recognized its place by the little rustic weighing enclosure opposite it. And this enclosure I recognized because on the last day he was near this enclosure, and for a long time I followed him with my eyes among the crowd of men, jockeys, and so on, until my eyes ached and his head was lost in the rest. I ride back near the carriage and even speak gaily. My aunt (Mt.) -- that is how I shall write "my aunt"! -- is angry; she is afraid for me. It is nearly dark and I ride home by moonlight.
The groom told me the story of my horse, of his, etc., etc. There is nothing more amusing than a groom or a stable-boy.

^[In English in the original.]
Mt. and Maman are in despair on my account, seeing me in such a state. But I emphasize principally the hunger.
I am the most wretched of creatures! Before, I waited impatiently for evening in order to pray, to think; now, if I seek distraction -- I wish the promenade would come sooner -- but the promenade, why? And after the promenade, what? A dreary dinner, then a tedious evening and difficult lessons, then at last prayer -- but what shall I pray for? And going to bed has become a weariness too, for reasons of my own.
[Annotation: 1875. Because I had sworn never to think of him again.]
And so I always rush forward and find no foothold; I run without seeing the end of my course. I desire the evening; when it comes I want the night; but the night is still the happiest moment -- I sleep. Then I implore the morning, then the afternoon, and always thus, hour by hour, minute by minute, I run, I fly, I look at nothing as I pass; I long after a thing that does not exist, and I find myself in a void -- dark, dreadful, and without end.

^[In English in the original.]
They go to the theatre; I dressed Maman. How beautiful she is.
I said just now, why pray? Forgive me that thoughtless word, great God. To pray for my mother, for all, for myself; to thank Him for His blessings -- for what an ungrateful creature I am! How many people are a million times more unhappy than I! What am I saying -- there are people truly poor, unhappy, starving, even beggars, and I dare to complain. Punish me, my God -- no, forgive, forgive, forgive, in the name of Jesus, Thy Son.