Saturday, 23 August 1884

I am saddened by it this morning, ready to weep — but all in a vague sort of way...!
But last night I received a letter from Le Figaro. Yes — from Le Figaro, from M. Perivier, asking to visit my studio with a view to putting together the Figaro illustré, which comes out at the end of the year, at Christmas.
If one of my paintings were suitable, that would be splendid.
In any case, the visit itself is already something good.
At Bastien’s around six o’clock.
This creature eats — and what abominable, horrible things he eats. Sausage!!
And along with that He is not even interesting sitting in his armchair, dressed and eating these abominations. Then they put him to bed [words blacked out]. He is only bearable lying down — I am used to him that way.
He is very kind to me and he pressed my hand with a friendly meaning that ought to have delighted me and that astonished me.
But none of that interests me any longer. I do not believe he is gravely ill — people are mistaken. He will live. But it is I who no longer know where I stand — about anything.
And painting!!
Once up and dressed — but he will be a very ugly little fellow. If only I could hear everything he says... Oh! no — do you see that, that!!
That is what makes
He has perhaps pressed my aunt’s hand, Dina’s, in the same way — it is possible. But it is the first time he has pressed mine like that. Poor child — he then wanted to show his strength and test ours; I hurt his fingers, which called for tender apologies as I patted his hands.
I hear Julian asking how my tender apologies went.---
— Did I hurt you? No, poor child, really?
That is all — but it could have gone with simpering and glances... without being insipid.
And if he really is condemned. I do not believe it, and continue to lay siege — lame soldier that I am.
Jean-Jacques was.
And that is why he was always unhappy.
And Gambetta was one-eyed — but they were men!

Notes

Jean-Jacques Rousseau suffered from increasing deafness; Marie finds consolation in the example. ↩