Notebook 038

August 1875 — August 1875

11 entries 8,046 words 11 translated

Main location: Paris

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I have just arrived. The journey did not pass as miserably as I had feared. We laughed the entire time, and to prevent people from entering our...

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I wake at seven o'clock.

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To think all evening about that monster and receive, as reward, a welcome like that.

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It is raining; I am sad and anxious. Adam is in Russia and he is going to give us no end of trouble!

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At home they have gotten it into their heads that Audiffret is in love with me — I am furious; they will all look at me as a jilted woman.

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I have just returned from the Opéra. They were giving *La Juive*. We were in a dark and cramped ground-floor box. I was only seen in the lobby. I was...

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In thought Girofla is indifferent to me today. It is my eternal desires for greatness that torment me.

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I wrote on 18 March 1874 that I concern myself with Fedus because there is no one else — he is still better than Émile d'Audiffret — and *I cannot*...

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I have seen Gioia — I no longer wish to leave.

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How stupid it is to be superstitious. One must believe only in God!

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What a dreadful journey — at Bingenbruck, I believe, we get out of the railway carriage and walk twenty minutes on foot. Then one embarks on the...