Saturday, March 12:
Not a good night for R.; he has severe abdominal troubles. But he works on his 3-minute music, literally with his watch in hand. At lunch he complains about his state of health. But he goes out and brings me the first snowdrops from the garden - a touching, cherished greeting! [Some dried snowdrops pressed between the pages.]
In the evening friend Wokogen, with whom everything is discussed - cosmogony, Indian and Christian wisdom, everything!