Forming impressions

Wednesday, March 16th., Rue de Calais, Paris.

I meant to go and see "L'Etrangere" at the Francais on Monday night but was too unwell - a mysterious lassitude. So I bought "La Petite Roque" od de Maupassant instead, and came home. yesterday I bought Taine's "Graindorge". This book brought to a head the ideas I have had for writing 'impressions' of Paris. I find I must write something. I can't lie quite fallow. Moreover I have now been in Paris exactly a year, and my ideas are becoming defined.

So this morning I started a book of impressions with an account of, and reflections upon, the opening of the Concerts-Berlioz which I went to last night. It is probable that this book, if I continue with it, will reduce my journal to a naked record. I am worried with an idea for placing the impressions serially in various newspapers. Many things seem to worry me in a general way at the moment. Not enough to lose sleep, but a sort of background 'noise' to my daily activity. I am inclined to think that I am working too little, and spending too much time alone. I will need to make a concerted effort to get on with things.