Monday, November 22:
That "better to suffer injustice than to commit it" makes me think a lot of Hans, with great melancholy; I dream that I received a letter from him with the following inscription: "To the delectable, adored one, from the poor exile or invalid."
I am still worried about Lulu.
With regard to his essay, R. tells me he will write down everything he can remember. "I want, like Socrates, to be the gadfly which always spurs on. The manner in which all our art is treated is too contemptible."
Worked with the children in the study. Loulou unwell, however, which makes me very anxious.
In the afternoon a letter from the clergyman asking me to visit his office with regard to my divorce. I decide to go, in order not to cause any delay in this matter; in the evening setting up the theater for the children.