When the aesthetics of the Far East became fashionable, I changed all the decor and now that I am forced to stay home all the livelong day, I see that it was a bad decision. I find all this hodgepodge of porcelain, folding screens, golden Buddhas, incense sticks, exotic cushions … Those dark furniture with gold stripes, the red lamps, this profusion of ornamental species… Everything is annoying to me. That’s why I stay so long with my eyes closed, letting my imagination fly. And although imagination does not stop playing me bad tricks, I can not do without it. It’s the only antidote I have against boredom. That and reading. But I also replaced my old library and now all the books I have are in Chinese Mandarin. I have to get rid of this obsession with fashion! Today I felt the need of making a getaway out of Paris and I moved through imagination to Fontainebleau. I was walking along the riverbank, but soon a flood came and plowed right into me, dragging me back to Paris. I don’t know how I got out of the river. I just remember that, while I was walking, all soaked, along the boulevard Haussmann, I saw the Duchess of Guermantes coming precisely in my direction. I didn’t want her to see me in such a pitiful state, so I had to throw myself face down on the ground to keep her from recognizing me… and she stepped over me as if I were a rug. Misfortune dogs me!