Notebook 018

March 1874 — April 1874

26 entries • 14,611 words • 26 translated

Main location: Nice

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At last! ==Resume my livres.==

(358 words)

Woodcock, donkey by nature.

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I did not want to go at eleven o'clock; Maman insisted, and we departed. We lunch at the Hotel de Paris, the three of us -- Dina, Paul, and I. Which...

(324 words)

I do not go out until five o'clock; it is fortunately cool. We go to the villa, to the Promenade. Lewin was walking and bowed; I do not know what I...

(341 words)

April Fool's Day! Paul caught me out several times, but I did better -- I wrote Walitsky a letter on behalf of the Englishman whom he slapped last...

(249 words)

O night! It is thee alone I love. Thou art beautiful, thou art vast, mysterious, profound, sweet and calm! I have just closed the window; the moon...

(482 words)

O what dreadful fright! My heart is still pounding. I go to take my journal from behind the painting; I feel about as usual, and... o terror! My...

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One evening as I was praying to God, this is the folly that came into my mind: I had my head bowed and my eyes closed. From my right breast emerges...

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What a ravishing little horse the Prince of Wittgenstein was riding! A horse such as I have never seen -- small, very broad, flat. A man as tall as...

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My green dress is ruined like the grey one. That is the tenth lesson I receive never to have anything made here. I shall write to Laferrière; Worth...

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All night I dreamed of Wittgenstein. Quite simply, as of anyone. At eleven we go to church to begin ==fasting== (blue dress, good; hair down). I am...

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I have just broken the lock of my little casket. I keep my journal in it and hide the key under the clock. I do not know what devil could have taken...

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Why, when one wishes to look at someone, is one drawn to look at the eyes? I cannot judge a person before having seen their eyes, and I believe one...

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Two or three days ago Paul gave me a bouquet of daisies. A bouquet from him astonished me; now we believe we have discovered where it came from. A...

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What a pity that no customs are observed. Today is Easter; nothing is changed -- no presents, no amusements, nothing. It detaches one from the family...

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Mme Anitchkoff asked us to take her daughter Marie to church for communion. I come to fetch her; I called the maid -- quickly, a comb, ribbons, off...

(505 words)

Another death: M. Fedoroff ==*passed from life to death*== yesterday evening while playing cards at M. Patton's. What a surprise for the master and...

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What a day of tensions, of tears, of vexations, of scolding!

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It is not raining, and everyone hurries to the exhibition. I come alone and a little late; Paul and Walitsky come to meet me. I admired above all a...

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Well, what an affair! Mam'zelle Dina writes. Do you understand -- she writes, she writes! And in my room, too, in front of me, beside me, while I...

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28 is quite simply ==M. Zaïtchenko; Palajka== is a chambermaid in their house, and they are merchants, or something of the sort. Maman says: ==I...

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The Howards at church ==invited us for to-morrow evening at a dancing-party, for children== (new dress and hat). ==I asked several times mama to go...

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There was a scene about the trip to Geneva; they were irritating me; I was furious, irritated, grieved.

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Yet another scene over Geneva. Oh, how they irritate me, and how happy I shall be when I live as I please, without all these petty annoyances that...

(318 words)

Oh, what an evening! My God! I do not know what is happening with Maman, but she is incomprehensibly irritated. I come to her room inadvertently in...

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This morning, speaking of Lewin, of la Durand and la Prodgers, they said that even Hamilton, if he passed through Nice, would go to Gioia's -- ==*in...