14 March 1893

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I have been keeping this journal for eleven years. I do not know whether it serves any purpose. I know only that writing is the only thing that makes the distance between who I am and who I was feel negotiable. If I stop writing, I fear that the distance will close entirely, and I will be only what I am -- a man who supplies suffering and calls it commerce.

The network continues to expand. This month, 847 grams of morphine left my pharmacy. 2,103 grams of laudanum. 412 grams of chloroform. I track these numbers because they are the only objective measure of my activity. Emotion lies. Numbers do not.

Camille\'s voice was magnificent last night at the Opéra. She sang the third act of Mignon with a purity that silenced the entire hall for exactly three seconds before the applause began. She looked at me from the stage. I could not tell whether it was real or performance. It did not matter. I applauded with the others, with my hands flat and open, the way one claps when one wishes to participate in something without being visible.

After the performance, I delivered her laudanum tincture. Three drops in warm water, taken thirty minutes before sleep. She drank it without looking at me. She has stopped looking at me during the deliveries. I do not blame her. To look at me is to see the mechanism of her destruction clearly, and she has decided not to see it clearly. This is a rational choice. I respect it.

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