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I Can No Longer Work Outside Because Of The Intensity Of The Light.

One Is Too Taken Up With All That One Sees And Hears In Paris, However Strong One Is, And What I Do Here [in Etretat] Will At Least Have The Merit Of Being Unlike Anyone Else, At Least I Believe So, Because It Will Simply Be The Expression Of What I, And Only I, Have Felt.

It's The Hardest Thing To Be Alone In Being Satisfied With What One's Done.

I've Said It Before And Can Only Repeat That I Owe Everything To Boudin And I Attribute My Success To Him. I Came To Be Fascinated By His Studies, The Products Of What I Call Instantaneity.

Work Is Nearly Always A Torture. If I Could Find Something Else I Would Be Much Happier, Because I Could Use This Other Interest As A Form Of Relaxation. Now I Cannot Relax.