I Would Have Preferred To Be Successful

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.

I Am Scared; I Don't Know What Is Going To Happen To Me. What Was The Point Of Working So Hard And Of Being Talented, To Be Rewarded Like This? Never A Penny, Tormented All My Life. It Is Horrible; One Cannot Imagine It.

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.

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.

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.