Notebook 054

February 1876 — February 1876

18 entries • 18,533 words • 18 translated

Main location: Rome

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At quarter to twelve we have an audience with the Pope. On the Via Condotti, Domenica notices she has forgotten her rosaries, and we turn back to...

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Visconti came in the morning to say that this evening's soirée has been postponed, and in its place he proposes an invitation to a ball at the German...

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Today is the great day — today Vigier sings in *Faust*. Today the Cercle de la Méditerranée is in all its splendour.

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Poor Galula — Troili, I mean — returning with his letter, he found all the shutters closed.

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At quarter to twelve we go to the Vatican again.

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At last I have seen him!

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At the Capitol, this evening there is a grand dress ball — costumed and masked — in aid of someone or something.

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I dreamed of Audiffret, and before going to our balcony on the Corso we exchange our impressions of last night.

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I get up with a violent headache — but truly, a headache is a pleasure once a year; a headache has its charm, from time to time.

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Since morning I have been upset in every possible way. First, Maman has a terrible nervous attack. Dina shrieks and maddens me. By three o'clock...

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I went out in the morning with Lola to buy the costumes; and at three o'clock, Dina, Lola, and I entered the Corso in a wide calèche, dressed in...

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I was about to begin the account of this great day when I was interrupted by the arrival of Visconti, who shows himself more and more a man of the...

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Yesterday Besnard called on us. Last night we went to see the fair at the Piazza Navona, in the carriage and masked. Walitsky was with us. I adore...

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Today there is only the gala promenade; we were at the Villa Doria, the Pincio, and the Corso. Bruschetti, in *Daumont*, salutes us twice. On the...

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I did not close an eye — the cut finger made me suffer horribly. I get up at three in the afternoon, exactly like Antonelli. At four o'clock we...

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What is the matter with me that I keep dreaming of the Pope? Two nights in a row. Yesterday I saw a well covered with white foam, but water gushed...

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Going out onto the balcony on the Corso, I find all our neighbours at their posts and the carnival very lively. I look down, across the street, and I...

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As it is the last day, we go out early.