I feel as though I have been steeped in lukewarm water — despite my pink dress, despite Girofla equally flushed, I speak slowly and like an affected...
I do not go out; I am tormented and sad. I want to see no one.
To church and to the convent as last Sunday. The sisters asked whether the calling was beginning to make itself felt.
I lunch alone with an expression so satisfied it is enough to die laughing. I talk to myself under my breath with arrogance and conceit — one would...
I wish so much that my uncle would arrive.
The house is so empty; I am so terribly bored.^1^ I find consolation only in seeing Audiffret, and while I do not see him I am in the deepest...