Friday, 24 April 1874

I ate and sucked fifteen oranges before going to bed. Is that too few? We were at the Filimonoffs' at six o'clock.
We were also at 55 with Mme de Mouzay and old Lefevre. So many opinions! So many debates! And to think that I take all this nonsense to heart.
To tell the truth, I am writing on Saturday for Friday and I have forgotten. Besides, my life is so monotonous and sad that I shall later find my diary devoid of all interest and all variation.