Tuesday, 27 May 1884

It is over — I have nothing.
But it is horribly galling.
I was hoping until this morning. And if you knew the things to which they have given medals!!
Julian telegrams me this:
end — It seems to me that you have just received recent and cruel proof that a childish and morbid vanity gives neither sympathy nor talent. It was pointless to reveal yourself so suddenly and so naïvely for what you are. R.J.
Do you understand it? I rather don't. So I reply:
— I understand very little of your telegram. What recent and cruel proof?
It does seem to me, however, that I told you some great truths — for you are trying to say stinging things to me, which do not sting.
I am delighted to reveal myself for what I am, believe me. Be so very kind — tell me what recent and cruel proof!
So I hit you squarely, as I did my correspondent G. de M.?
M. Bashkirtseff
Just so long as it does not discourage me.
I am genuinely astonished. If my painting is good, why is it not rewarded?
Intrigues... they will say. All the same — since it is good, how is it then that it is not rewarded?? I do not want to pose as a guileless innocent who does not know that intrigues exist; yet it seems to me that given a good thing, and Tony on the jury... So it must be very bad, then?
No, not that either. I have eyes even for myself — and then, others. And the forty newspapers?
I wrote a furious letter to Julian this morning. An hour later, having regrets, I send François running after the letter to bring it back. He brings me one — but it is not that one!
It is yesterday's letter he brings me back... which was waiting for Julian and which he had not read! He had received only my telegram! Well, of course.
So I send it to him again by Rosalie, who will wait there for the arrival of this morning's letter. Oh! these letters!
Julian has three addresses: the place Boëldieu where he lives; 48 rue du Faubourg Saint-Denis where the men's ateliers are; and 27 passage des Panoramas where the women are. And his correspondence races from one to another of these three lodgings.
Rosalie found Julian in possession of all the letters — furious and overwhelmed. He did not expect this. I am definitively very bad, and so forth.
Dina has been to Tony's; on learning that I ill-treated Julian he is grieved — he says Julian has been everything one could wish toward me, and that the poor fellow was very upset, and that this letter will finish him off.
So I write again to Julian to take back the dreadful things of this morning, invoking Maurin as the cause of everything — which is also true.
But I have had enough of all these letters — I am...