Thursday, April 3:
The good dean visits us in the morning to invite R. to the Thursday gathering at his house. Church and preachers discussed, the dean says, “Everything positive in the Protestant church comes from Rome, otherwise they can think of nothing but struggling in the pulpit with their own doubts and writing learnedly in books about theological details.” He says to me: “I often think of you in the church, what you might be feeling. The consistory find me a burden, none of them like my outlook, they just put up with me because they know I understand my subject.”
R. is not well; at first he does not want to go for a walk with us, then decides he will, since he will feel too melancholy at home. “When shall I be able to get down to my score?” He dictates in the evening.