Wednesday, 1 October 1879

Here are some newspapers, and I have just read the two hundred pages that make up the first issue of Mme Adam’s review — Juliette Lamber’s. All this has unsettled me, and I left the atelier at four o’clock to go for a drive in the Bois in a new hat in which I cause a sensation, but just now I do not care. How fortunate I think her, Mme Adam.
I believe that you, at least, know me well enough to understand the effect all these burning questions have on my poor head. There is nothing to be done about old loyalties... I still love violets, but only as flowers. My love for Paul de Cassagnac vanished along with my respect, and if I still have some weakness for him as a memory... it is for his head, his speech and the ready-made chivalry he put at the disposal of his customers... Banalities that people take as gospel. I do not disown my knight; I explain him to myself. I am less than nothing, I do not exist for others, but all this exists for me, alive, alluring and enough to make one despair. I weep and I laugh at myself. I am going over to the Republic, to all the new men and the new ideas.
Today here I am gripped by the Revue nouvelle; who knows whether at some given moment I might not go and enthuse over Prince Napoleon, whom for that matter I prefer to Napoleon III and who really is somebody. No, you understand perfectly well that I am joking at my own expense and that I am as advanced as it is possible to be. One must move with the times, especially when one truly has the desire and the irresistible need to. Never forget what I said long ago: “Cassagnac or another can make me a Bonapartist or anything else, but...” etc. So much for those who will want to throw my imperialism in my face — my detractors, in short! They will say that I am the Man. Possibly. I followed Cassagnac, hence the flimsiness of my Bonapartism; but whom do I follow now?
Ah ha! Is this not proof of the purity of my convictions, convictions that I now admit to myself and that I held before without admitting them to myself and without understanding myself? What the devil, one was young and ignorant. I am only beginning to educate myself and to realise many things...
What does it matter! I am very unhappy.