Wednesday, 8 January 1879

I have just read Le roman d’une femme by Dumas fils. Rarely does one encounter anything more revolting and more odious. It is immoral — and yet it inspires horror, so it is no longer immoral, since it is not tempting. How depraved one must be to invent such an infamy! It makes one’s blood boil.
Marie was innocent! I believe M. Dumas himself mistakes the meaning of the word! Nocens or nocœns means harmful or guilty; innocent, on the other hand, must mean not guilty, not harmful. And he paints Marie for us as the ideal of innocence! If Marie were innocent, Le roman d’une femme would not exist. Such a thing has never happened and never would happen if one did not put the idea of it into people’s heads, so frightful, so dense, so impossible that it grips you like a nightmare, and that thanks to its very abomination it seems possible to you.
Do you know what you are, you? You are hopeless!
Marie is not innocent, she is ignorant, and ignorance of life, after two years of marriage to a man like M. de Bryon, carried to that point, becomes a candour devoid of charm and sense, and gives a strange idea of a woman’s mind and heart.

Notes

Le roman d’une femme (“The Romance of a Woman”, 1848), a novel by Alexandre Dumas fils (1824–1895), the celebrated author of The Lady of the Camellias. ↩