Tuesday, 17 July 1877

(eleven o'clock in the morning)
No! I cannot stay in Paris.
Come now, let us reason on paper; otherwise I lose myself and understand nothing.
Why stay in Paris when everything drives me toward Italy?
I do not know! I am in despair!!
Come, what is it I am looking for, what is it I want?
Oh! you know perfectly well!
First of all, to live like everyone else!!! And then, very naturally, to make a brilliant match. But for the second the first is necessary, unless one has the chance, the luck, the fortune that a few people in this world possess.
And my painting! The arts are in the very air of Italy.
(eleven o'clock in the evening)
And the Exposition! But let us not torture ourselves before going to Aix; it is afterwards that we shall decide.
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I spent the day looking at true marvels of antique and artistic embroideries, dresses that are chivalric poems or pastoral idylls, all manner of splendours that gave me a glimpse of a luxury I had barely imagined — and this luxury not in the demi-monde, but in real society. Yes, all that is beautiful, but what use is it to me now? To be labelled extravagant and to find it difficult to get a husband among the prudent — and men are all prudent in one way or another when it comes to marrying.
Ah! Italy.
If I devote a month twice a year to my clothes, it is so as not to have to think of them again afterwards.
Dresses are so stupid when one occupies oneself with them specifically; but for me, dresses lead to costumes and costumes to history.

Notes

The Paris Universal Exposition of 1878.