Saturday, April 17:
Je ne me plains plus de la fortune par ennui. Pour connaître mes secrets il faut commencer par me corrompre, et cela n’est pas facile. — Frederick the Great.
In the morning, a large package of newspapers: Julius Lang, J. J. Weber. With the children as usual.
After lunch they go to Countess Bassenheim’s. I write to Mathilde and then receive from Claire the news that Mother has been put in a mental home! A hard month, this.
The weather is overcast; the trees producing their green against a gray sky. It is like children’s sorrow.