Tuesday, December 28:
Although I have a firm arrangement with R. not to discuss unpleasant things, but to fight against them or bear them, and only to talk about the beautiful things, I manage to inform him of Mimi’s letter; thereupon he drafts a letter to Prince Bismarck, a copy of which I sent to Bucher. Everything gloomy and harsh can be borne in love!
But in the evening I am plagued by a violent headache.
We read Goethe’s The Secrets and some fine poems translated from the Chinese.