Tuesday, 18 January 1881

Without hurrying in the morning, I go to lunch at eleven with the Gavinis, whom I have sadly neglected; after which, at half past one, I arrive at the atelier and begin my picture with the greatest pleasure. From the very first stroke one can feel whether it is coming easily or whether there is going to be a struggle.
Thank God, I believe it is coming of its own accord. Mlle de Villevieille sat, and then the little Turkish girl. I am going to draw all my figures like this in charcoal; then, on seeing the whole, I shall see what modifications to make.
It amuses me! I am well and cheerful! The heads in the foreground are twelve to fourteen centimetres.
I have never yet understood giving one’s life for a loved one, a perishable being, loved by you for whom you give your life because you love him... Absurd creature! That being is of use to you only in life; once you are dead, the feeling that guided you is abolished, and something has been committed that is atrocious in its uselessness. [One line crossed out]
But on the other hand I do understand suffering every torture and dying for a principle, for liberty, for something that can improve the condition of mankind in general.
I would defend all these fine things just as well in France as in Russia; one’s country comes only after humanity; the distinction between nations is, after all, only a matter of shades, and I am always for simplifying and broadening questions. I remember having said that I would not want to sacrifice myself for liberty in Russia, that I would be useless, and that I preferred acts of devotion in which there is no danger. That last is not true; I wanted to make fun of myself.
If I do not go and get myself deported, it is because it is useless, and I have a horror of what is useless. One is not a coward for choosing one’s part, and it is quite natural to prefer being martyred like Saint Paul to being one of the eleven thousand virgins. I confess in all frankness that I should be heartbroken to be an unknown heroine. But I swear to you before the — I stop short: I was going to swear before God, and I do not know for certain that He exists; I think it without fear; God, if He exists, could not take offence at my doubts, which are only an admission of my ignorance.
I should take good care not to deny the existence of God, and I cannot sincerely affirm it in cold blood. Oh! in terrible moments I am not so given to reasoning; I throw myself on both knees on the floor and call upon this God of whom I am then sure...
It seems to me, though, that there must surely exist a supreme Intelligence... but not the God I am used to... but then what is the use of this supreme intelligence???...
But I was going... yes, to swear before God that I would give the last drop of my blood to help save some great principle dear to me. I am calm, no Louise Michel, not a nihilist at all, but if I saw some serious threat to Liberty I should be the most furious of all.