Monday, November 26:
R. slept well! He told me recently that I cured him of worry; I thank thee, God, for that! Great joy in the gift of the manuscript of the Sonata in A Major, which the Gebrüder Hug have suddenly sent of their own free will. R. plays it, I like it, but R. suddenly has doubts about publishing his youthful works and this A Major Sonata.
We read a scene from Henry VI, Part II. R.’s portrait arrives from the exhibition. A really good, fine day, for R. worked as well; he continued with his work for more than an hour past his usual time, and we lunched happily at 2:15.