Saturday, January 31:
R. writes to Herr Schott and is pleased with the success of his scheme. Outing with the children in the afternoon. In the house the first of the Hildebrand watercolors has now been put up.
In the evening, my eyes are still weak, R. starts to read Timaeus, but he soon gives up, since, as he remarks, it is not profound metaphysics but artistry that one expects from the Greeks, and in Plato it is the artist and not the philosopher who enchants us. Behind all the fantasies of the Indians there lies a deep philosophy; in them it seems that proper knowledge can only be won through these fantasies.