Wednesday, January 11:
When he hears a church bell in the morning, R. says, “The good Lord is sounding his repeater watch,” and he gaily asks me if I know the female name for a rhinoceros, “RhinoceRosine, or Rosine Rhinoc.” He works, and in the afternoon we drive to the Favorita; R. is vexed by the disappearance of the sun, and feels the dear Lord has it in for him: in the morning he is unable to escape the sun, and in the afternoon it uses the clouds as a handkerchief.
In the evening, more about C. W[ittgenstein], then about theatrical people and the difficulty of getting along with them. In the evening Die Berlocken and the ghost story cause us much amusement; then R. tells a very drastic anecdote, for men’s ears only, and it is very characteristic of R. that he is not pleased by our friends’ first seeing its funny side. (Fidi is unwell.)