Wednesday, 14 February 1883

If I do not catch some illness I shall be lucky.
I was very cold today despite the fine sunshine.
Saint-Amand came for luncheon. He seems annoyed by all the infamies being retailed about us — they must have told him he cut a fine figure with his Russians... No one has said anything to me but I would swear to it... In any case it is irreparable... I know myself — if someone were to come and tell me: these people have a dreadful stain in their past... they have, or she has... How is one to stop oneself being impressed? How is one to know — why should it not be true? At a push one might not believe that I conduct myself badly, knowing me over the years; but why not believe that my mother or my aunt committed a crime that went unpunished or was not sufficiently proved? I confess that such a suspicion would shake my warmest sympathies and make me flee my dearest friends... For it is dreadful, you know full well.
And God lets it happen. And it is irreparable, and I am besmirched by it... But come now! The children of a true criminal who suffer for it — that is not always just. Whereas I, whose parents committed no other crime than being born stupid — !!
And there is nothing to be said — it has been said, it is repeated, it is out there, it is done, [blacked-out word: established].
It is for ever, until death, and nothing, nothing, nothing can erase this infamous injustice!
And the more brilliant, celebrated, happy I become, the more it will be repeated... If I married a grand duke, they would say it all the more!...
It is eternal, it is for ever as... When I am confronted with such horrors, it seems to me that I have exaggerated, invented, dreamed — that it cannot be possible.