As I said Tuesday evening, I departed yesterday at three o'clock. Without any obstacle and without any scene, in which I see the goodness of God and...
It is not like Nice, and I am all impatience to go out. Potechine's windows are opposite; he sees us, we see him, and I tell him to come. The three...
I showed my aunt the Colosseum, the surrounding ruins, and the church of San Giovanni in Laterano. Then I went to Rubini's and ordered a pair of...
In a moment I go to Katorbinsky's studio — he came yesterday and we arranged to work today, tomorrow and the day after, to finish the woman with the...
At noon I still didn't want to get up. I am only happy when I am asleep; to wake is to see my wretched condition and to torment myself, for Pietro*...
I had much still to say about yesterday, but everything is eclipsed by this evening. I am still overcome, and trembling.
At noon my aunt came to tell me there was an elderly gentleman at the hotel door resembling Visconti as I had described him, and since I had had him...
Before, I used to weep over Mignon; now I weep over the music of *La Traviata*. Mignon seems to me a bourgeois affair. I explain this very naively:...
At half past nine we leave, accompanied by Potechine and Nainer, who waits on us like princesses. On entering the station, my aunt found Antonelli...