Tuesday, 9 April 1878

I am rarely unwell during the uncleanness natural to women — two or three times at most — and usually things pass as though nothing were happening. But today I fortunately worked in the morning; as for the afternoon I stayed in bed, and so suffered a great deal. It lasted two hours, after which I got up almost glad to have suffered — it is so good afterwards; one is so pleased to laugh at the pain. How good it is to be young! In twenty years’ time it would lay me up for a whole day.
I have finished The Lily of the Valley. It is a very tiring book, despite its beauties. The letter from Nathalie de Manerville that closes the book is charming and true.
Reading Balzac to my own detriment! For after all, that time spent working would help me become myself — a Balzac of painting.

Notes

Novel by Balzac. ↩