Friday, 13 September 1878

Florence writes and invites me. I shall perhaps go in October.
My now-sole brother, to whom I telegraphed to come for the riding, writes me a letter in which he "fails to understand my proud attitudes while M. Georges creates scandals, etc." He is quite right — but here is what I reply:
My dear,
All this is to tell you that I do not understand which Georges and which Nicolas you are speaking of. Those people came to the house as long as their father was here; their father is dead, they are no longer in our home and I do not know them. Uncles and aunts are relations only when one is on good terms with them; and I spit as readily on the Georgeses and Nicolases as on the Tutcheffs and the other filth. What I did you the honour of saying in my letter concerned me alone. Mlle Marie Bashkiszeff is responsible neither for the Messrs Babanine, nor for the Messrs Eristoff, nor for M. Serikoff, caviar merchant.
Besides, your letter is too stupid to be your own work; it was dictated to you by someone whose stupidity equals their malice.
We expect you; come and scrub yourself clean. Amen.
M.B.
There are people who pay no attention when foolish things are said to them; I, on the contrary, pick up everything — it is even very inconvenient at times.
Alexandre knows no one here, so he poses for us in the Bois.
Maman finds this letter too abrupt. I reply that I know very well I should do better to be something other than an ordinary young girl.
I am out of place; I spend on futilities what could have made a man. I deliver speeches in reply to domestic squabbles that are utterly idle; I am nothing, and what might have been qualities is most of the time... useless, or misplaced.
There are great statues that are admirable on a pedestal in the middle of a public square — but place them in your bedroom and you will see how stupid and cumbersome they become. You will bang your head and elbows against them ten times a day, and end by cursing and finding insupportable what would be the admiration of all in the right setting.
If you find the comparison too flattering to me, I can just as well make it... whatever you like; I do not.
M. de Morgan came.
Many people to whom announcements were sent have not received them.