Thursday, December 20:
R. does not feel very well. He tries to work but is not satisfied with what he does. He does not go out, but he has a good appetite in the evening; he laughs over it and says: “If you knew what is bothering me! It is a rhythmical battle. This morning I suddenly understood none of my things.”
In the evening we read the history of the Arabs. Early to bed. I struggle with feelings of alarm, which always assail me when R. is not quite well. We joke a lot about MacMahon, who declares amid tears that people wish to take away his honor, which he would sacrifice for the well-being of his country!