Thursday, April 7:
To Richard in the morning with Fidi in my arms. “To create beauty from beauty,” R. cries out to me. The Symposium forms the main topic of our conversation. R. works and is pleased in the evening; he has completed the Oath and is satisfied. “The difficulty,” he says, “was to avoid bringing a new tempo into the scene, everything had to be continuous, but all the same it had to seem significant, like a heavy thundercloud.” He has succeeded wonderfully. “Dear indispensability,” he called me today—how sweet it is for me to hear what I already know: that he loves me!
Family lunch. Lulu touchy, has to be punished. In the evening great rudeness from the Am Rhyn boy toward the children, I instruct the children to show humility toward good, fearsome pride toward evil. In the evening Xenophon’s Memorabilia. (Letter from Claire.) The first violets.