Sunday, December 5:
R. dreamed that I had to go to Munich and I looked so worn out. His concern about this dream, he says, took his mind entirely off his own condition. Yesterday his old friend Pusinelli wrote to him from Dresden, congratulating him on his engagement to Doris Brockhaus.
R. works, I play puppets with the children. Large and merry family lunch. Arrival of Kant’s works for R. at Christmas. Toward evening magic lantern, dominoes, lotto with the children. In the evening a further attempt to finish Cratylus. (Wrote to my mother.)