Friday, 10 January 1879

Robert-Fleury came in the evening (to the atelier, of course, as always).
I am bored to death. We dine and lunch at the Café Anglais, where one eats well. In fact that establishment is the best. The Bonapartist papers, and Le Pays in particular, have been left looking so foolish by the elections that I feel something like shame for them, as I did yesterday for Massenet when his Incantation was encored and the second time it seemed less beautiful.
Cassagnac now appears to me in all his splendour, that is to say: a braggart, a swaggerer, repeating himself every other day; a sort of failed d’Artagnan.
Besides, he is very much afraid of 2 February, and then he is very wrinkled. The skin of his chin and cheeks is not tempting, and his teeth are not fine; in places they are black... I noticed them for the first time while talking to him on the boulevard after Peyrusse’s failed election. I had not given a thought to that mouth; now it strikes me as a maw. I hope I shall return to kinder feelings.
I was about to complain again!... But I am afraid of nothing, because I can die whenever I like.
The Italian prince first, and suicide if that does not succeed; in this way I am perfectly at peace, I have nothing more to worry about, I can go to sleep, and I need no longer complain in future or torment my head with fears of every kind.
If painting does not bring me glory soon enough, I shall kill myself, and that is all. It has been decided for some months already... In Russia, too, I wanted to kill myself, but I was afraid of hell. I shall kill myself at the age of thirty, for until thirty one is still young and can hope for luck, or happiness, or glory, or anything at all. So that is settled, and if I am reasonable I shall torment myself no more, not only this evening but for ever.
I am speaking very seriously, and I am truly glad to bring myself to accept it. The mind is at rest. Only, do not think, I beg you, that I am enjoying myself. I am calculating this future for myself so as not to be so dreadfully torn, and the better to enjoy my stupor and my despair, resignation.
Amen.