Saturday, 27 October 1877

I received many compliments — as one says at the studio.
Monsieur Robert-Fleury expressed a gratified astonishment, told me I was making surprising progress, and that I truly and genuinely had extraordinary aptitude.
— There are those who, having drawn so little, do not achieve as much. This drawing is very good — mind you, very good for you. I advise you to work, Mademoiselle, and if you work I assure you that you will arrive at something not at all bad.
"Not at all bad" is the standard phrase.
I believe he said: "there are those who, having already drawn, do not achieve as much" — but I am not certain enough to write so flattering a phrase and so I have censored it.
I write a little note to Cassagnac — he must have returned by now.
I had lost Pincio, and the poor animal, not knowing what to do, came back to wait for me at the studio where he is accustomed to accompany me. Pincio is a little Roman dog — a spitz; white as snow, with upright ears and eyes and nose as black as ink. I detest small curly white dogs. Pincio is not at all curly and he has poses so astonishing, so graceful — just like a goat on a rock — that I have not yet met anyone who did not admire him. He is almost as intelligent as Rosalie is limited. Rosalie is at her sister's wedding; she left this morning after accompanying me.
— What, Rosalie, said Maman to her, you have left Mademoiselle alone at the studio?
— Oh! no, Madame — Mademoiselle stayed with Pincio.
I assure you she said it in all seriousness.
But as I am a little mad, I mislaid or forgot my guardian.
Vasconcellos is in the drawing room. I am not going.
Ah! some news. Today I had my first harp lesson. If I had begun three years ago... Ah! wretch. Still!
When I can draw I shall go to Rome... it is this harp and the little Italian who came to offer herself as a model at the studio that make me think again of all those divine things one sees only in Italy. Those purely artistic pleasures that elevate the soul and can make one so happy and give one an existence altogether extraordinary and divine.
I have visited the galleries and museums like a barbarian — I see that now.
Schaeppi, Breslau, and the other unfortunates who have barely enough to eat cannot afford to see what they would understand and what would do them good — while I, barbarian, have looked and did not see.
If I had begun three years ago... at least!! I could have gone there already — and how!
Well! It will be in... in... a little more than two years. For the month of February of the year 1880. That is a date which I do not know why I always wrote on my exercise books when, while learning spelling, I was dreaming of glory. I should have set a nearer term — I was twelve years old and I wanted to work at once. But I always thought and wrote 1880... with... flourishes, large letters, large figures underlined three times... I do not know why 1880. And... it turns out to be right, from what seems to me now.
How pleasurably I think of it... I have time to think, for to spare my eyesight I hardly read and remain at home in silence with my eyes closed.
And love affairs and conquests? Ah — they will come with glory, later, there, then.
In the meantime I shall go and have supper.