Sunday, March 4:
Day of letters for me; R. in more cheerful mood, thank goodness. But we are surprised not to hear from London - we have now come so far that we wish for that! ...
In the evening read Lassen’s books on India; R. is reading my mother’s history of Holland by himself, is very conscious of the woman’s approach, but he likes that, apart from the French phrases about God. ... I read Oedipus at Colonus and am deeply moved; its realism in particular amazes me: Oedipus, so vehement, so unresigned, so profane, reminds me of King Lear, and how individual are Creon and Theseus! In Aeschylus everything is more idealized.