Monday, 9 October 1882

Going to Russia in the hope of conquering people I shall perhaps see twice. One goes to the spa and one does not always encounter prey as considerable as this.
It is almost certain my journey will benefit only the King of Prussia... Yet it is so mad that perhaps something will come of it... Where one expects nothing, sometimes. For frankly speaking I expect nothing...
And my fortune-teller Jacob, and my soothsayer Edmond? Edmond only predicted... I no longer remember, but Mère Jacob is categorical...
Oh, it would be funny. That would mean...
I leave tomorrow evening with my aunt.