If You Are Nice, And Keep Your

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

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 Tolerate My Faults But Not At All Other People's.

There Is Always Something Missing That Torments Me.

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