Monday, October 23:
R. complains of a restless night, but he decides to keep to the outing to Pompeii with the bevy of children. It is very successful, and, though R. and I are somewhat tired, we nevertheless return home in a very cheerful mood.
In the evening I glance through some books sent to us to look at; everything about the festival is absurd, and particularly about R. Quite apart from all this activity, R. feels there must certainly be people who were deeply moved by the performances.