Paris 1873 started to go back to the pleasure-loving venality of before, started to enjoy life again, blood flowed through veins again: that is Thursday 5th December for me, yellow Moll dolls picture, Boulevard, Die Soldaten stripper. When I left scientific, missing Sarah behind, and went back to sex, pleasure, venality. Jospin breathes new life into the left: French socialists have regained the appetite for a fight. Of course, post siege and commune, in the Belle Epoque! Naughty nineties, fin de siècle decadence. Ever greater pleasure and venality! That’s coming for me too. Martine Aubry. Tuesday 17th December, Carnival under new management (Italian, of course). But with Dixian, and Fu Manchu, and Mata Harian girls. Next year will be good, the pleasure and venality returning to Paris, shameless, but now tempered and strengthened by the pain they’ve been through. More wise and knowing in their approach, shameless pleasuring themselves now. I think next year something will happen. It’s not a crime to enjoy life, to enjoy looking at sex dancers, to enjoy brothels. Wedekind, Toulouse Lautrec. Machiavelli.