Friday, March 26:
R. unwell, I think more vexation than possibly catching cold in the church; he spends the day quietly, reads Marc Monnier's Nouvelles Napolitaines with great enjoyment, praises the French people, and says he is becoming exactly like Nietzsche.
I find it a great burden to have to receive calls in the afternoon, Cossa, but just as I am summoning all my strength to make a wish, R. comes to my room, and with a kiss I am permitted to tell both him and God what it is that fills my being.
When I tell R. that I should have found it painful to see people, the Liechtensteins, among others, he says: "To have certain days set aside for celebration denotes a cult, a common interest, something we can no longer have. No doubt it was the desire for it which led to the founding of sects." In the evening Boni reads to us something from the Nouvelles Napolitaines, and we go to bed early.