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Two or threeweeks passed. One morning, having come to a pause in my work, I thought I wouldgive myself a holiday, and I went to the Louvre. I wandered about looking atthe pictures I knew so well, and let my fancy play idly with the emotions theysuggested.

Two or threeweeks passed. One morning, having come to a pause in my work, I thought I wouldgive myself a holiday, and I went to the Louvre. I wandered about looking atthe pictures I knew so well, and let my fancy play idly with the emotions theysuggested.

He was stilltoo weak to paint, and he sat in the studio, silent, occupied with God knowswhat dreams, or reading. The books he liked were queer; sometimes I would findhim poring over the poems of Mallarme, and he read them as a child reads,forming the word