Tuesday, December 5:
R. did not have a very good night, and the dull weather oppresses him. He thinks of leaving here, speaks of Spain. He does not go out today, but reads Tolstoy’s novel with interest.
Our life with my father is becoming easier, and this evening our game of whist, for example, was a very merry one. R. tells Jewish anecdotes, and when he makes several plays on words, my father says the lagoons are adding to his wit. [A sentence dealing with a point of German spelling omitted.] Siegfried’s Hermann der Befreier puts him in good spirits.