Saturday, Apr 10, 1886 A fine spring-like day. Whittredge came in and talked a while and at 12 we walked up to the American Art Galleries to see the pictures by the French Impressionists. All that is really Impressionist is to me simply absurd, foolish and unlovely from any point of view. There are a few interesting pictures among the three hundred or more but they are interesting for the absence of what distinguishes the work of these lunatics. I can't imagine sane men showing such work as they expose there, with any serious intention. Manet has some forceful qualities and is entitled to respect for that, but the most of the work shocks all my ideas of art or even common sense, and yet the wise scribblers for the press, some of them as witness the Tribune try to write them up. Calvert and I went to Rondout [by the?] 4 oclock train.