better; I no longer trouble myself to talk with my family — I extract from them what I can and let the little lies pass, for they know they no longer...
I truly work like a raw beginner — I have to invent my own methods. Wolgren and then the other one showed me well enough how to put up an armature,...
Then, dinner at the Karageorgevitches' — only ourselves and the Marinovitches.
My aunt Hélène, my father's sister, died eight days ago; Paul telegraphed us the news, which moved no one in particular. Another telegram today: my...
The Marshal sent me flowers.
I work on the portrait of young Randouin; Villevieille and Claire are there.
Maman used to say that he had left out of despair in love, but even she did not quite believe in this departure for savage lands. And it turns out to...
A few visitors in the afternoon.
"It is revolting! Where are we going!" I agree with him so thoroughly that Claire wanders off to rummage in the corners of the studio so as not to...
This is a day that may count for a year of ordinary life — of dances, races, etc.
I write letters: one to the architect in which I say "a member of your family whom delicacy — and even decency — prevent me from naming" — her, and I...
At two o'clock, a visit from Boulanger, who said the same as Franceschi — save for the words "medal" and "Wolff."