Wednesday, 28 May 1884

Julian writes to Dina that he is ashamed on my behalf, and begs her not to believe him capable of villanies.
Tony writes to me in the same vein, and I reply:
Dear Sir,
Do not think me very agitated because I write again; I no longer remember my letter, but I say to him in substance that... without losing my temper.
— I no longer believe M. Julian capable of having played a comedy.
But how could one not believe anything and everything, at the first moment, on seeing the grotesque Maurin pass with twenty-eight votes? I would have said nothing had the pitiful Maurin not got through — the others have their friends, but the wretched Maurin had the same friends as I, a pupil of the ateliers like me.
I should therefore like to know, dear master, what the real state of things is — what the honourable jury said, what the main shortcomings are. Why? I think less well of my painting than anyone else — but in spite of myself I look right and left at dreadful things rewarded, and I remain plunged in an ocean of doubt.
The only thing that interests me is to know whether my painting is good or bad. Do not tell me it is good to console me — it is better to tell me the truth and not let me persist in a wrong direction. The things I consider worthless, feeble, or absurd may be the good ones; I am simply mistaken. Those who said good things about my painting are greatly to blame. I shall try to draw like the ignoble Maurin. Since it is so good — after all, M. Julian is free to prefer the ridiculous Maurin to me; each to his own eyes. But could I not believe in sorcery when faced with a medal for the nonentity Maurin?
Are there people on earth capable of saying that the portrait by the dreadful Maurin is better than my painting?
M. Bastien-Lepage received eight votes for his Joan of Arc. M. Martin received a first medal. And the immense Maurin has just received 28 votes — exactly 20 more than I...
There is neither conscience nor justice. Well — what is one to think? I am absolutely bewildered. But never, never will I swallow the 28 votes of the loathsome Maurin.
That is not, of course, my actual letter — but it is more or less what I said.
I received 8 votes. Eight. Read it and marvel. One must be truly strong not to go under for ever in the face of such things. Maurin 28 votes — me, 8.
The following year, by sending another good canvas, I shall force them to give me their medal. I know one always succeeds if one is truly strong — but what delays and what suffering. I am truly ashamed of speaking well of myself, but I must defend myself; I believe myself very impartial — I am at once the actor and the spectator, the true spectator who judges the actor-self's painting.
It is not good compared with the masters — but compared to those who were given medals!!
Ah! Lord! Maurin! To speak only of him.
And the twenty others — all inferior to me!
If it is not good — then why did people say Bastien did it!!!