Friday, 6 May 1881

This morning at the Salon, where I met Julian who introduced me to Lefèbvre, who told me there are great qualities in my canvas. I feel very much a small girl.
At home, the same conversations about changes to be made. They all irritate me! My father has ideas that are sometimes absurd; he does not believe in them himself, but he persists in them. For instance: that everything depends on my spending the summer in Russia. "They will see," he says, "that you are not cut off from your family..." Have I ever been! This trick of making me directly the issue is repugnant... Besides, I am utterly fed up — I cannot say a word about it without dissolving into tears. They will not or cannot do anything! Very well — I shall wait for everything from chance. But at least I shall not travel; I shall stay quietly (!!!) at home and shall be able to despair in my armchair where I am at least physically comfortable. O weariness, O atrocity! Should I have to know this at my age! Is there not in this enough to cripple a character! And that is what devastates me: if I ever have some joy, or simply if I have an ordinary existence, shall I be able to enjoy it? Shall I be able to make use of what comes?
I think I no longer see things as others do and that... but that is enough of that.
To the Gavinis', then to the Salon where Father Gavini bores me with his artistic pretensions — and in the evening, quite exhausted and half-asleep, divine ideas pass through my head. They come, they pass; one follows them like an orchestra whose melody develops within you, in spite of yourself.
Captain Blanc at the Salon — he walked round with us.

Notes

Jules Joseph Lefèbvre (1836–1911): distinguished French academic painter and professor at the École des Beaux-Arts, known especially for his delicate female nudes. His praise was significant; he had been one of the jury members deciding Marie's submission.