Saturday, 1 February 1879

I may go to Naples for a fortnight with Paul. Princess Eristoff and her sister Gorpintchenko are there. I am stupefied, brutalised, lost — it may perhaps restore my spirits. What is the use?
Ah! This evening we laughed heartily at the Variétés — Le Grand Casimir with Léonce, Baron, Dupuy, and Céline Chaumont.
Vexing things always happen to me. For the new flat I dreamed of and longed for a dark drawing room, with black draperies, books, etc. etc., and I find myself in possession of a drawing room that is absolutely Louis XV. White stucco, gilding, lacquered furniture with Louis XV paintings, p. 40 satin blue; curtains likewise of blue satin, a Saxe clock... In short, the most striking contrast... All this thanks to my blue bedroom from Nice, which had to be put to use, and the landlord’s decorations, which one has not the heart to destroy for a one-year lease. Besides, this drawing room opens into the large one through an enormous arched doorway that almost makes them one; there is a similar doorway to the dining room and to the anteroom, which is preceded by some sort of I know not what kind of openwork alcove. If one had all that, one could give splendid parties. Ah! yes. So, thanks to this Louis XV, this drawing room is not mine; it will be the second drawing room, and since there are so many door curtains that one would think it hung with fabric, and my cheval glass, and carved medallions, and soft armchairs, and a chaise longue, and a white lacquered, painted piano... I shall always keep it a little for myself; I shall make music there. And then — with a single large drawing room we would not have had enough. I have two large rooms left and two small dressing rooms, each with a fine window. What am I to do? I need a studio, for although I work over there, I bring home my paintings and my portfolios, I make sketches, I have anatomical casts, a skeleton, an easel on which I sometimes try out compositions, and on Sundays — in short, I need a studio, and I cannot cram my books and my desk and a good Faust armchair and a carpet into it, for then it will no longer be a studio, and if I want to do sculpture... No. This studio is behind my bedroom, which is itself next to the blue drawing room. From this bedroom... I am writing all this in the hope that an idea will come to me.
Well, I have just been reading in Dumas (Un cas de rupture) his theories on feet. He too adores them — and how! I run to bed to make sure I have acceptable feet.
Tomorrow is the election at Condom... I was about to address to God a fervent prayer that he cause Acard’s husband to come a cropper — but.... Ah! yes — but! It is foolish, but I did not dare pray for evil.. Could it be that I am good? And then I told myself that if I pray for harm to my fellow creatures, the prayers I offer for myself will no longer be granted.
And yet I am certain... sometimes one is certain of a thing in that way, and it is rare that one is mistaken; and I am certain that if I had asked for it this evening... Monsieur le Docteur Lannelongue would be the deputy for Condom.
For two days now Grévy has been President of the Republic and Gambetta president of the Chamber... no, that is not it... It is not the first time that, on principle, I have refrained from asking God for something I madly desire... It is very curious.

Notes

Le Grand Casimir: “The Great Casimir”, Charles Lecocq’s opéra-bouffe (1879). ↩
Un cas de rupture: “A Case of Rupture”. ↩