Tuesday, November 16:
News that I am to receive only 10 shares in the steamship company. With the children in the study. R. works, but complains about his health and about his task (“when every note is supposed to convey the end of the world”).
After lunch read parts of Lessing’s Emilia Galotti and Schiller’s Fiesco in consequence of a conversation with R. about them. In the evening R. reads me Plato’s Meno; it arouses wonderful feelings in us.
In my solitary hours I think back on this time last year; with a heavy heart I tread this Via Crucis, may Hans forget those days! I cherish a fair hope in the thought that Loulou will one day bring him joy and share his life happily.
R. tells me today that I have recognized the entire state of the world in myself; it is a state of convulsion. Every thought, every joy, every sorrow, is a convulsion, and if it is not that, it is not worth much.