Wednesday, March 31:
R. did not have a bad night, but he is still not well and is in very gloomy spirits. In the afternoon he finishes his letter to the King. He tells me what else he has written in it.
Otherwise, he finds pleasure in Schopenhauer, and he reads to me what he has to say about Augustine and “the poor fellow from nowhere.” We play whist again, in order to avoid conversation and thoughts.