I Am In No Mood To Be

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.

If You Are Nice, And Keep Your Promise, We Will Be In Paradise.

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 Thank You For Your Kind Invitation To Introduce Me To The President Of The Republic. Since I Have Not Been Out Of My Atelier For Two Months, I Have No Appropriate Costume For This Circumstance. Please Excuse Me.

I Don't Want To Say Anything Because I Know I Am Unable To Protect You From The Harm That I See.