Thursday, 23 May 1878

Yesterday nothing happened, and today passed like yesterday except that I am told there is an interesting session tomorrow at the Chamber, and I write this:
For once, by some chance, be of use. Send me at least two tickets for tomorrow, Friday. If you send them, I promise first to dress simply so as not to trouble you; that way I consider you quits on various debts of courtesy; moreover I shall say everywhere that you are well-bred, and I shall subscribe to Le Pays. I lay my veneration at your feet.
Marie.
I have begun to paint at the atelier. Two oranges and a knife. Since my falling-out with Breslau I have been polite to Amélie, who is the most obliging of creatures, and who puts herself out for me — arranges my still life, gives me advice.
One does not work as well in spring as in winter. I am in revolt in every way. I should like to go walking, and dress up, and dance, and flirt. But... reasons of state...
Amen.

Notes

In French in the original: raison d’état. ↩