Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff
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Saturday, 28 December 1878

My week has been lost for the studio. I had wanted to take advantage of it to see a play in which an actor performs whose accent, I am told, recalls Cassagnac.
What surprises me is the ease with which, in those days, I employed the grandest words to paint simple adventures. But I wanted grand sentiments — I was vexed at not having astonishing, thundering, romantic sensations to recount — and so I was interpreting my feelings.
That wretched Blanc... when you want information about me, ask Blanc — he holds me in high esteem and treats me as a superior woman, even for Paris... do you hear?
I went to Gavini's and come home in a kind of despair. She told me I shall end by marrying an Italian prince.