Friday, 10 September 1880

Great alarm on my aunt’s part. Fauvel, who examined me a week ago and found nothing, examined me today and found the bronchial tubes affected; he put on a look... grave, affected, a little confused at not having foreseen the gravity of the illness; then prescriptions for a consumptive: cod liver oil, iodine swabbing, warm milk, flannel, etc., etc., and finally he advises going to see Dr. Say or Dr. Potain, or else bringing them together at his house for a consultation. You can imagine my aunt’s face. I find it amusing. For a long time I have suspected something; I coughed all winter and I cough and choke now. Besides, the astonishing thing would be if I had nothing; I would be glad to have something serious and to be done with it. My aunt is dismayed; I triumph. Death does not frighten me; I would not dare kill myself, but I would like to be done with it... If you knew... I shall not wear flannel and shall not dirty myself with iodine. I do not care to recover. Even without that, there will be health enough and life enough for what I have to do with them.
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Editors’ note
[Missing from 11 to 13 September 1880]