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I Have Fallen Into An Abyss. I Live In A World So Curious, So Strange. Of The Dream That Was My Life, This Is My Nightmare.

I Would Have Preferred To Be Successful Here With A Piece That Cost Me A Huge Amount Of Money And Effort... Rather Than Sending To Bohemia Some Ordinary Works.

Madhouses Are Houses Made On Purpose To Cause Suffering . . . I Cannot Stand Any Longer The Screams Of These Creatures.

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 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.