Sunday, 2 February 1879

I went to the Gavinis'. They did not seem as usual, and on returning home I want to smash my head..
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..
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.
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.