This is a collection of articles which were once (1911-1914) contributed to Le Matin dealing with almost anything and, not often enough, Colette (cf. the last Journey for Myself, 1972). Most of them are transient indeed -- comments on the ascent and fall of a balloon or two trial cases or restaurant music or the theater or one or two public figures long forgotten (Briand, Jaures) or a dinner or a party or a cemetery in Montmartre -- ""so many dead. . . so lightly clad with wood, with lead and earth."" In the closing one-sided dialogues between Colette and her godchild or her hairdresser or her corset-maker (particularly this one) she is at her sophisticated-ingenuous-charming best. Nonetheless this is ephemera, only for those in search of the complete Colette.