I have all sorts of problems and feel discouraged.
I tolerate my faults but not at all other people's.
If you are nice, and keep your promise, we will be in paradise.
I have been back in Paris for two weeks. Nothing new. Life is still bitter.
You find me at work; excuse the dust on my blouse. I sculpt my marble myself.
I have had the problem of seeing my male model go to Italy and... stay there.
Sir Rodin convinced my parents to have me committed; they are all in Paris to arrange it.
You see that it is not at all like Rodin... I share these only with you, don't show them.
Send me one hundred francs on our future deals, otherwise I will disappear in a cataclysm.
I don't want to say anything because I know I am unable to protect you from the harm that I see.