Saturday, 6 March 1875

I went to take my lesson at Laussel's.
I do not work with ardor — whatever I do, I shall never play more than passably.
On the Promenade we pick up Madame de Mouzay and her cousin. Madame de Mouzay is on bad terms with the marquise, and together we said everything there was to say about this marquise — obscure and loose in her ways before, now a ridiculous old woman and a marquise, a marquise by means of a marquis she bought out of a Naples prison.
Then we spent an hour at the Mouzays', after which I came home and spent the evening reading Famous Women, then re-reading my old diary.
I have just done my hair like Madame de Longueville in the engraving. I would like to be her; I would like to be something; I would like to be somebody. But how? But by what means? Truly, those women were fortunate to have lived in an era like theirs. Ours, alas, is nothing but pettiness, wretchedness, baseness!
And yet I have a vast ambition, a great pride, immense desires, and a firm will.
I am not ugly. I have an admirable body — so admirable that often, when bathing (I bathe before a large mirror), I chance to glance at the mirror and, catching myself in a pose like that of Phryne^[Phryne: celebrated Athenian courtesan of the 4th century BCE, famous for her beauty. A sculpture was shown at the 1873 Vienna World's Fair.] at the Vienna Exhibition, I find myself finer than that statue, apart from the feet and hands, which are merely passable. Often too, when changing my dress in a white satin corset reminiscent of the old-style bodices, I find myself better formed than any engraving in the world — shoulders and arms white as milk, and of classical proportions.
I believe I have wit; above all, ambition — this I do not merely believe but am certain of. I know how to dissemble and occasionally to lie. I love what I want and I want what I love.
I believe in God; I pray to Him over the smallest things.
What the devil — people have succeeded with less.
To get ahead I would make every sacrifice in the world.
I am good, generous, magnanimous. I am impetuous, straightforwardly angry nearly always, often brutal, always proud. I catch fire and lose heart easily — a trifle carries me to the heavens and a trifle also plunges me down.
I want everything and I have nothing. I would sacrifice everything to ambition — everything, I mean everything — except my mother and my aunt.