Saturday, 8 March 1879

I tried to model in clay, but I have never seen how it is done and know nothing about it.
The jardinières and vases are filled with violets. I shall have them for a long while — they are planted in earth. The blue satin, these violets and the light that comes from above, the harp... not a sound, no one... I do not know why I am so afraid of the country; I am not afraid of it, but I do not seek it out, just as... well, all this is delightful for resting, but I am not tired. I am bored.