Saturday, 30 December 1876

Painting. Do you know who holds my attention at the rink? Paolo. Some affinity?
You, Monsieur? We have nothing to say to each other — the situation is painful and ugly.
If he still interests me... one may well say that interest has nothing to do with it. No matter — I would a hundred thousand times sooner see him a beggar and a wretch than established in society and some lady’s lover. Because then he would become good for something — it is logical. Let him not be mine — so much the better; but let him not belong to anyone else!