I often regret having come into this petty world not that I hate the world. No ... I love the world, I love high society and even the demimonde, since I'm a sort of demimondaine myself. But what have I come to do on this Earth, which is so earthly and so earthy Do I have duties to perform here have I come here to carry out a missiona commission Have I been sent here to amuse myself to enjoy myself a little ... to forget the miseries of a beyond, which I no longer remember Am I not unwelcome here What should I say to all these questions Thinking, almost from the moment of my arrival, that I was doing some good down here, I began to play a few musical airs which I myself had invented.... All my troubles stemmed from there.