I Have Been Back In Paris For

It Is In Fact Agreed That I Am The Plague, The Cholera Of The Benevolent And Generous Men Who Are Interested In Art And That, When I Show Myself With My Plasters, Even The Emperor Of The Sahara Would Flee.

I Have Been Back In Paris For Two Weeks. Nothing New. Life Is Still Bitter.

I Sleep Completely Naked To Make Me Believe You Are Here, But When I Wake Up It Is Not The Same Thing. Most Of All, Don't Deceive Me With Other Women Any More.

I Would Prefer To Have A More Appealing Job. If I Could Still Change Careers, I Would Prefer It. This Unfortunate Art Is Made For Long Beards And Ugly Faces Rather Than For A Relatively Well-endowed Woman.

I Am In No Mood To Be Deceived Any Longer By The Crafty Devil And False Character Whose Greatest Pleasure Is To Take Advantage Of Everyone.