The studio is run by another former model, Colorossi.
Cerny is sitting for me — and so badly! She is not as stupid as one might think, but… In short she is strange; she is missing something upstairs.
It gives her an artistic aura — universal, magnificent — that her talent alone could never have given her.
So the princess and her husband are delighted. But there is no danger of Bojidar ever doing anything reckless. He is in the process of passing his...
lives with that lady. My aunt and he go to the theater, and I remain alone — disturbed in that solitude which I am quite compelled to find delightful...
day, perhaps. I have just read *La Confession d'un enfant du siècle*. I am physically ill, impossible to do anything yesterday and today — it is sad....
the monastic existence we lead — adding only a Soutzo and a Tchoumakoff. But this no longer grieves me. In short — I am spitting blood. 0 poetry! To...
properly, or else I shall always wear my oldest dresses. Ah! how sad it is to have quarrels over such trifles… and what would you have me do.
trimming, but made exquisitely, very fresh and smart. Canvas shoes bought here, but pretty. And ravishing hats — but white hats, [words blacked out:...
know each other. As for us, we are alone, and there is no hope of that changing. Old Nervo, from Nice, is here, and the Francias as well. And the...
flattering things pass without raising our eyes from our papers. The lady is ravishing, the husband presentable, the child pretty — they know no one,...
the past — but see, that horror of Larderei: well, there at least there was something, a violent and real infatuation — whereas… And if I appeared...
o'clock. The outfit described yesterday is far from showy — and so I am proud of the success obtained. After lunch I talked with Mme Karaouleff, made...
Imbeciles who are not people of the world. Oh! Oh then! O dreams of my childhood, O divine hopes!… Ah! If there is a God he abandons me [illegible] —...
were streaming. And when the horses are dead the combat continues with the men — that is to say a dozen Spanish idiots goad and riddle with stabs...
on the shoulders and flowers in the hair — and these dresses of muslin or even canvas prevent one from seeing the movements of the hips so...
sent by me to Saint-Amand, whose letter accompanies this — and communicated to Mme de Peyronney. Here besides is the letter of Saint-Agathe and "Le...
for my idiotic filial rebellions… I would spend my life weeping at being unable to atone for my cruelties. Ah! I would go mad… Think of it — to feel...
see what I did not see before — my eyes are opening. I raise myself on tiptoe and scarcely dare breathe for fear [blacked out: that the enchan]tment...
sort of malaise, a slight, indefinable weakness… but I am no longer as I was before — I do not feel like other people; a kind of weakening vapor...
little [blacked out: there would be reason to be] puffed up with pride if one were [blacked out: less] ambitious. The Spanish are amusing — two or...
So much had been said to me of it that I had imagined I know not what marvel; despite good sense I persisted in picturing to myself Renaissance and...
was trying to cheat — and had the guide not been speaking I would have been spirited past the vaults… so as not to tire me, and besides coffins — it...
impression. Eight bulls had been announced and it is, I believe, the last Sunday. In short, a brilliant performance. The King, the Queen, the...
get angry… Ah! Yet if you were in my place! I, who am impatiently awaiting Andalusia, Seville, those beauties of nature — a painting perhaps… And...
foliage extremely pale and of a respectable age. A kind of altar cloth in pink silk, the center in white stripe with embroideries and appliqués. Very...
have a grace that other women do not have. Café singers, cigar rollers — they walk like queens, and with that a suppleness, an incomparable grace....
happy living as a family — and I would be miserable alone. One can go shopping as a family, go to the Bois as a family, sometimes to the theater; one...
the number of *1,380*. I will say more — it is almost tenderness, a singular tenderness one feels before that horde of wretches saluting with such...
next week publicly. Then that there is a prisoner in there for having refused to salute a procession — and other astonishing things. Have you noticed...
languish here — bored to tears in the evenings, unable to sleep on these abominably hard beds, eating nothing all day but a soup and a piece of meat,...
leave — and I must go home. It is five months since I have seen Tony — I must think about renting a studio and preparing my Salon, without rushing...
money, since she has seven thousand francs — to which she responds just as naturally that she cannot do so, given that with my inventions I am...
But I reply in a way that removes any idea of that sort from his mind. It is not that in moments of extreme weariness I would not be drawn toward a...
as though her own daughter — and above all, all is well on earth: I am plunged into a delicious well-being — Paris, its elegances, a mild...
— day he finally settled into the role of a serious man, and it is impossible for him to contemplate another marriage. I think, however, that...
— it is: the Gavinis come bursting in: — "What! Dear child, what on earth is the matter? Ah! Good God." — "But I am perfectly well — there is nothing...
*Gioriae [Gloriae] Cupiditas* Book the 94th from Wednesday 23 November 1881 to Saturday 29 April 1882 Paris, 34, avenue Montaigne — Nice, from 29...