Friday, February 16:
R. unfortunately had a very bad night; to add to that, snow and fog. He also thinks of Fiteo’s death (14 days ago today!). “All are dying,” he says, “one is left alone.”
I am very despondent, overcome by indescribable fears for his life; how gloomy everything is when he is unwell!
In the evening I read him the novel; a quotation from Dante brings R. to the magnificent genius of this poet: “He has given us the entire Middle Ages.”