Saturday, November 20:
R. slept well. Much arranging for me. He tries to go out but gets a pain in his chest.
The heavens press down on us, heavy and leaden-gray; R., all but exasperated, talks of Venice.
Count G.'s book continues to give him pleasure, however. He reads to us the scene of Properzia's death and the scene between Titian and Aretino.