Tuesday, 28 January 1879

Here is a collection of newspapers — L'Indiscret by Ulysse Pic, which recounts Cassagnac's slappings.
I was greatly amused and took a subscription to the paper.
Robert-Fleury was pleased with my painting last Saturday:
— We're getting into it; it's going well — keep on.
But my love for Cassagnac, I fear, is nothing but a flash of the moment. This evening we went to the theater with the Gavinis. An actor reminded me of Larderei and I understood having adored him — I give myself the excuse that this Larderei is original precisely through being perverted, degraded, depraved.
Come now — I am a fantasist, and all this is very amusing... but something else! It is death.