Sunday, 17 June 1883

I had written to Tony about the Étincelle article so that he would not think it was me, and here is his reply — he actually came himself around six o’clock; we keep him to dinner and the evening passes most agreeably (Bojidar and the Orthodox priest were there too), talking about the dishonesty of the jury. Tony reveals the shady dealings and says that I am in an exceptional position — and a foreigner into the bargain — and that the mention has aroused protests: the fortunate have no need of anything, so they say. A charming theory. In the end, are there or are there not prize-winning canvases that are not as good as mine? That is what I want him to say! No doubt there are — but what does that prove?
Consider only the result, which is that today you have emerged from the crowd, that you are someone, and that this will help to secure you a medal. And finally, that he did everything in the world to bring about this result, for this mention gives me the position I deserve; that I must be delighted; that I am not placed in very favourable conditions; and that for there to be no possible injustice one must produce a work that is not merely good but compels recognition. I know... In short —