There Is Always Something Missing That Torments

Last Night, Two Men Tried To Force My Shutters. I Recognized Them: They Are Two Of Rodin's Italian Models. He Told Them To Kill Me. I Am In His Way; He Wants To Get Rid Of Me.

I Would Have Preferred To Be Successful Here With A Piece That Cost Me A Huge Amount Of Money And Effort... Rather Than Sending To Bohemia Some Ordinary Works.

I Have Fallen Into An Abyss. I Live In A World So Curious, So Strange. Of The Dream That Was My Life, This Is My Nightmare.

I Am Scared; I Don't Know What Is Going To Happen To Me. What Was The Point Of Working So Hard And Of Being Talented, To Be Rewarded Like This? Never A Penny, Tormented All My Life. It Is Horrible; One Cannot Imagine It.

My Countrymen Have Commissioned A Bust Of The Republic. It Will Be Placed On The Fountain Of My Native Town.