Sunday, March 27:
R. slept well, but we have two children, Boni and Loldi, down with throat infections. Reduced lunch table. R. is annoyed by Feustel’s accounts to me of the impossibility of getting hold of Hans.
But he gradually recovers his spirits, and over coffee he cites an idea which has now become his favorite: “I can make mistakes only in things I understand; in things I do not understand I proceed according to the authorities, and so I shall make no mistakes in my strategy.”
Recently he said that he would trust himself to know when to deliver the final blow in a battle, and I can well believe it.
Walk to the Birk after Jouk's costume designs have been accepted. A strong wind is blowing, proving very troublesome, constant thoughts of Italy.
Whether to give up here entirely - but in that case R. would want to burn everything down, for he would find it too painful to see alien, common furnishings here, as in Tribschen.
In the evening continued with The Will in Nature after R. related several things from Gobineau and read aloud the song of a pariah from Jacolliot.
Before today’s reading R. improvised beautifully, and he says he always enjoys doing it.