Thursday, 28 November 1878

The very name of Cassagnac fascinates women — these excellent women!
Indeed — no one need say a word to me, and to tell you my feeling today — well... I shall stay in Paris because he is in Paris, and I shall love him like the beast that I am.
Already the last time he had asked me whether I could commit to loving him as he loves me... I answered with a jest.
I am bored! I am weary, weary, weary! These are horrible thoughts.