Monday, 9 June 1879

It is no doubt the hot and heavy weather that makes me good for nothing. I have worked the whole day besides... I am quite resolved now no longer to miss work, but I am worn out. This evening we go to the ball at the Foreign Ministry. I shall be ugly again; I am half asleep and would very much like to go to bed.
I have no thirst for lukewarm successes. And I feel that I shall be ugly and dull.
Here is a portrait of Cassagnac rather well done, upon my word, by a radical pen.
Yesterday I was looking at the presidential Tribune of the "sub-prefecture," as the reactionaries call it, and I would have given a great deal to be with those fine people rather than with my Bonapartists and those Randouins who were in our way.