Notebook 052

January 1876 — January 1876

14 entries • 16,430 words • 14 translated

Main location: Rome

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Between certain lamentations from Nice and those from Rome there is a radical difference. In Nice it was youthful, and although I repeated myself it...

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It is not his fault, poor innocent body! You are innocent — and you are about to have proof of it.

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Facciotti came and I took my first singing lesson. I made the sign of the cross inwardly and began, trembling.

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Vile buttonhole gardenia You shall never be crowned ==Rose Queen== For all that you may do, Wretched man, you will rot!

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At eleven o'clock Katorbinsky came — my young Polish painting teacher — and with him he brought a model: a true Christ-like face, the lines and...

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Here is the letter to Andriot — I am obliged to repeat several things in it, being almost certain that the Surprising One has not read his letters,...

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Today, at a quarter past ten, the two monks of Cimiez will present themselves at the Tower. I should like to see the Surprising One's face.

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My aunt writes that Galula has shaved! To have nothing else to report!

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We were speaking of the young men of Nice.

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My aunt writes that Count Markoff has been to call on her. It pleases me to see that he continues to be civil — I was already afraid he might become...

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Today Facciotti made me sing all my notes — I have three octaves minus two notes. He was astonished; as for me, I am beside myself with joy. My voice...

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"You are requested to deliver this letter to the wretched Émile. Health and Brotherhood. Dom Fabrice.

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Last evening I did the cards and they foretold unpleasantnesses — a vexation on account of a meeting with an old man or a churchman. And on the...

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I am making myself a large white garment for the house — for the spring in Nice — and I am sad; I am bored in Rome; it seems to me it is already time...