Saturday, April 23:
R. in gloomy mood. I embroider and teach. At lunch R. reads me a passage about old Italian music by Tieck, which he finds very significant. “We have discovered the magic formula with which to solve this dilemma—the large orchestra, which, like Nature, is all-embracing, and within whose confines the human being can roam.” — Delight in a hedgehog which has made its nest beneath a bench in our garden. Fidi’s first toy, brought home for him by R. (Letter from Claire.)