Monday, December 31:
R. orders lunch an hour later so that he can work something out in ink.
A merry New Year’s Eve, telling fortunes with molten lead and lighting the tree, Divina commedia and the strains of Parsifal. How inwardly content and inwardly inspired are we as we come to the end of this so difficult year! “Now thank we all our God” oh, how I thank him!