Tuesday, 21 January 1879

I am already thinking about the invitations we shall send for Saturday the 25th... On the 27th it will be exactly seven months since Cassagnac married, and he must be quite bored if he finds nothing new in his wife.
I do not know why it is a good day, but it makes me feel too keenly how dreary, fatiguing, and desolate the others are. I had grown used to it, and because my life is detestable I detested everything.