Friday, 31 August 1883

Claire, the boys, and I go to Versailles.
The stronger sex goes off to amuse itself, and we weak women go to the château. All I take away from it today is the Napoleonic battles, the splendours of this greatest of men, and his marble statue at Saint Helena. Ungrateful people, infamous people, blind people!
But that would carry me too far!
We have bought a croquet set, and in the evening we make amusing music with one finger, in no particular fashion — all the tunes, all the operas, all the memories.
There are moments when, without one’s knowing why, everything looks rosy; one would laugh in the face of bad news, and one believes that everything is going to succeed.
Oh, happy nature! Must you be pestered before you will cry out! With my imagination, the absence of calamities would be happiness.