Friday, January 1:
I begin my new year with a headache. I write in this book and attend to business matters, some letters, and also room tidying, in order to start the year well.
Exchange of cards with our acquaintances here. R. has trouble with Voltz and Batz. I find it very strange that he should try to recall the theme of the scherzo of his symphony at the very time I am trying to put my hands on this lost symphony for his birthday.
In the evening we read the conclusion of the chapter on apparent deliberateness in the fate of an individual, and also Personality, or What a Man Is. The pearls arrive, a present from R.