Friday, July 29:
R. had a wretched night, then a prolonged chest spasm in the morning. He stays in bed; the doctor diagnoses it as indigestion combined with a chill. We lunch without him.
But after I have been with him all day, he gets up in the evening, although he is quite exhausted. Recently R. described one of our acquaintances as being covered with “an icing of triviality.”