There Is Always Something Missing That Torments

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

Don't Fear Anything For Your Letters, They Are Burnt One By One And I Hope You Do The Same With Mine.

Sir Rodin Convinced My Parents To Have Me Committed; They Are All In Paris To Arrange It.

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.

There Is Always Something Missing That Torments Me.