Tuesday, November 2:
Bad, restless night; all the same R. goes out in the morning, but soon returns on account of the wicked wind; however, on his short walk he sees a photograph of the Sistine Madonna, and that fills his thoughts.
He writes a few lines of verse to the King for the flowers, and in the evening we see quite a good performance of Méhul's Joseph, a work which both moves and delights us. That is style.