Monday, 21 August 1882

I am in a mood to scratch everyone. I am doing nothing! And the time passes — for four days now I have not posed; I had begun an outdoor study but it rains and the wind upsets everything and I am doing nothing!
I tell you I am going mad in the face of this emptiness! They say such torments are a proof of talent! No, alas... They prove only that I am intelligent and see clearly... Besides, it is nearly four years that I have been painting.