I Have Fallen Into An Abyss. I

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.

Send Me One Hundred Francs On Our Future Deals, Otherwise I Will Disappear In A Cataclysm.

I Am Not Feeling Any Better Because I Cannot Stay In Bed, Having Constant Cause For Walking. They Say I Leave At Night By The Window Of My Tower, Hanging From A Red Umbrella With Which I Set Fire To The Forest!

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 Took All My Wax Studies And Threw Them In The Fire That's The Way It Is When Something Unpleasant Happens To Me. I Take My Hammer And I Squash A Figure.