Tuesday, October 19:
Visit from our good dean Dittmar, with whom I have a long conversation; in the afternoon friend Feustel, to go through his report with R. Fine day, a walk with R.; Fidi is always playing railroads: “If not a genius, you’ll at least be a ’gineer.” [A sentence based on untranslatable word play omitted.]
In the evening Herr Lalas comes to say good-bye, and that brings us to the Greek idiom and the Iliad; R. reads us the first canto. Eighteen years ago today I became engaged to Hans!