Monday, October 27:
R. had a very bad night; I had to rouse him from wild dreams, try to calm him down. Blockages in circulation are supposed to be the cause, but what do names mean? It can scarcely be a mistake in his diet - when we discuss what agrees with him, he says, “Joys, such as your picture, for instance, and every time I go upstairs and see the portiere.”
He reads Herr v. Weber’s account of his African journey and says that it is certainly somewhat curious, and people might make fun of it for the way he is always talking about Offenbach quadrilles, but the subject interests him. A book sent by Herr Levi containing Busch’s Max und Moritz and other things by the same humorous writer amuses him greatly for a short while. But he eats almost nothing at lunch (Herr R. is with us), and he feels increasingly unwell. Dr. Landgraf prescribes vegetable pills, but at R.’s instigation, who recalls that Dr. Gide recommended them to him.
In the evening whist; we break up early, and I find R. upstairs in his room, pleased when I arrive.