Monday, 11 December 1882

Saint-Marceaux came!!!
You know that my current pose consists in raising him to the skies. God, Michelangelo, and Saint-Marceaux.
I had asked him for the address of his gas fitter; he responded very kindly, and I thanked him by asking to see what he is working on at home. And he came just ten minutes before I arrived back. Isn’t that vexing? I have talked about him so much these past days that, under the influence of this pose, I write him these pretentious words on my card:
Desolated to have missed you... But perhaps you came in the hope of finding no one, and thus avoiding a visit to your studio?
If I am wrong to suppose you have so black a soul, prove it by returning one of these days between six and seven. Maman does not yet have a day.
There are moments when life seems so sad, so dark, so empty, that one feels lost — one does not know why.

Notes

René de Saint-Marceaux (1845–1915), French sculptor. ↩