Monday, July 8:
Night disturbed by constant furious barking of the dogs; at lunch I amuse R. by reminding him that, after pacifying the dogs from the window, he got irritably back into bed, saying, “I shall stop paying tax on Putz.”
Still some blood - no walk; some business letters, vexation over the lawyer in Dresden. I continue the catalogue with Herr Glasenapp. Various things from the past read through with deep emotion. R. worn out - avoidance of any conversation.
This restores him, he is enjoying the French book. Friend Wolzogen reads me an article by Dr. Eiser about Schopenhauer and R., very nice. Spent a cozy evening entirely alone with R., chatting intimately, memories, children’s future, joys, griefs, and worries, all transfigured through conversation! Also talked about Alcibiades and Socrates.