If you think Audiffret amuses me, you are mistaken.
It is not yet noon and I have already had a meeting with the marble-worker who came to inspect my bathroom and is already at work on a shell of the...
No doubt he is not in Rome, for such an oversight, such a want of courtesy even towards an indifferent woman, is impossible. It would simply be...
I have just been laughing like a madwoman. It is two in the morning; I was finishing my supper when the blue five-branched candelabra tips, falls,...
I went up to Maman's and stayed with her and my aunt; a great silence fell, which all three of us were burning to break, all three thinking of the...
Just now, coming out of my dressing room, I frightened myself superstitiously. I saw beside me a woman dressed in a long white robe, holding a light...
When Jesus healed the lunatic, his disciples asked him why those who had tried had been unable to cure him. And Jesus replied:
Today is the first truly hot day.
The heat is unbearable.
"Let the heavens fall upon me, / Provided I am avenged! / If I shed tears, they are tears of rage..." I do not know where I read that. No — I am not...
Ah! How hot it is. Cresci came and we fixed the days and hours of my singing lessons. Philosophy books astonish me — they are staggering products of...
I do well to write my impressions on the spot, for rereading my time in Rome and my turmoil during Pietro's disappearance, I am quite astonished to...
We were there discussing Dina's idea with Collignon when that idiot Marie, without warning anyone, admitted Laurenti by telling him that the young...
But this brief well-being towards evening gave way to a sweet torpor, an enchanted languor, for the sea was calm, smooth as a mirror — blue sky, pure...
Again towards evening I was quite ready to write verse — just as poor as yesterday's. I could make good verse if I were not in such a hurry. But I...
There are quite enough moral irritations that one cannot prevent — physical irritations ought not to exist. The most foolish and almost the keenest...
To collect the announcement letters without being observed it was necessary to go oneself. Accordingly towards six o'clock I went out, having put on...
I have taken a new lady's maid. A tall, handsome brunette, very good manners — about thirty. I like her first because she is agreeable, because her...
I forgot to say that yesterday the marriage of Lacroix to Saetone was celebrated, with M. Guiglia and M. Émile d'Audiffret [*sic*] as witnesses.
Oh — all these books are absurd. I have had enough: novels, philosophy, history — enough, enough!
It is two o'clock; I cannot find my place... come, since I say everything, do not be indignant. For a moment I thought that... well, I stop myself....
I finished Collignon's portrait; during this last sitting Bihovetz arrived with all my family. It appears that the announcement card, before I could...
At dinner a sort of council was held to judge which men are guilty and which are not. My aunt would not hear of the moral... innocence of Pietro and...
How mad I am — I am killing myself to prove what no one denies. No one contests this, and I throw myself outside myself, outside my own skin to...
Leone says he loves Italy more than Irène: "Italy before everything — before yourself." That is what my own friend used to say to me, and it would...
And then... if he still loves me, I shall act in an entirely different way. I have nothing to spare, and I wish to take revenge on the priests — not...
The sky, heavy with storm yesterday, has burst into rain. It is very pleasant. Ah! if only I could refresh myself with tears.
Cresci brought me the compliments of "Monsieur Émile." The other day Galula, having met Maman, told her that they all knew what a voice I had and on...
— Yes, he said, one must reply with nothing; you must not write. Besides, it will only add to your value as a person — one loves best what is...
Why break it off! Niece of the Pope! Oh — if only this wretched boy does not forget me! He writes to me, he says he loves me. He is unhappy... Well,...
This reading has shaken me. I must pass through St. Petersburg on my way home, but I shall try to find another route. I have no desire to choke on...
That wretched Folon having again failed to come and take measurements for the mirrors, I had to go out — and once out, I consented to hear the...
Every hour that passes is a grief to me. Time goes by... and I moulder!
A woman lives from sixteen to forty. I have already lost two years — two of the best years!
I leave tomorrow. And there is some indefinable regret at leaving Nice. All these travel preparations cast a certain chill over my resolutions. I...