Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff

Gambetta has fallen — that is to say, he is no longer a minister — but that is nothing, in my view. Only observe what is happening here: the cowardice and bad faith of men. Those devouring Gambetta, the same intransigents, do not believe a word of all these idiotic accusations — dictatorship and so on.

Gambetta est tombe, c'est-a-dire qu'il n'est plus ministre...

Ah! I shall always be outraged by the infamies committed every day.

Ah ! je serai toujours revoltee par les infamies qui se commettent tous les jours.

As for the fall of the ministry, it is the scrutin de liste — everyone knows that; but also this Gambetta who wanted to obtain the Chamber's recognition of its own imbecility — [words blacked out: only] let this rabble of nonentities consent to lose their seats...

Quant a la chute du ministere c'est le scrutin de liste...

I had a dream that forebodes the blackest things — some great nastiness I shall have to endure.

J'ai fait un reve qui me presage les choses les plus noires, quelque grande salete que j'aurai a subir.