Monday, 4 November 1878

I shall no doubt resort to disguising myself as an old woman to go and queue tomorrow at Versailles and take my place with the rabble. For I must hear my angel at the rostrum that day.
Tomorrow the competition is also to be judged — but there will be other competitions, while the invalidation of the Deceased will be a unique spectacle, and I would give all the competitions of Julian's school to be there for it.
That wretched Cassagnac puts me into such a state of agitation!... But it amuses me.