Saturday, 18 January 1879

I have once again instigated, sustained, and calmed a studio revolt, after which I went to tell the whole story to Julian "so that the facts would not be distorted."
Ah! This evening, for instance, I was stupefied at the Bouffes — never have I heard such stupidity. Mouzay and his daughter were with us.
You know that Audiffret Émile has gone in earnest to China. And Antonelli Pietro is part of the Italian mission going to explore the interior sea of Africa. What a misfortune it should not be someone beloved! I would have gone to join him — the desert, the dangers, those eccentric lands, devotion, and so on — I would have attached him to me and it would at once have been a story... but no, there is nothing to do but perish of boredom!
Greatness in bud, science in bud, talents in bud! All these buds — I fear they will make hay for some donkey! Oh, if only I were a man! But no — better to die.