Tuesday, 1 July 1884

The odious Sèvres again!
But I come home early — at five. It is more or less finished.
I wanted to go and see Jules, but Dina would not come — she affects to believe I am doing that invalid too much honour. And then she said that he has Mme Mackay — I had already been thinking of that without her prompting, so I stayed at home. Indeed, why? And yet — what can this lady do to us? Nothing — and yet she troubles me greatly.
But Maman goes alone and returns enchanted. She made the acquaintance of his mother — they even embraced over an exchange of compliments about their children. And Jules was such a good fellow that we shall send him some broth and cutlets tomorrow.
What cookery!
But I am deathly sad; I am in a bad way in everything.
What I need is some powerful distraction... And I, who do not believe in God, am counting on this God to send it to me...
After days of atrocious wretchedness, something has always happened to restore me to life.
My God — why do you permit me to reason? I should so much like to believe without conditions...
I believe in it or I do not — but... When I reason, I cannot believe. But in moments of misery or joy, deep down, the first thought is for this God who is so hard on me.
Maman has brought me the label from a painting returned from an exhibition — the traditional: Exempt from competition. Another relic — I already have a pen with which Bastien has drawn.

Notes

In French in the original: Hors concours. ↩