Saturday, November 19:
Work with the children as usual, take a walk with R., read with him in the evening. A letter from our friend Schuré, who encloses a furious French essay written by himself! R. is indignant about it and says I should ask him whether Poland, Ireland, and other nations had ever been as disloyal as Alsace is to Germany.
I am not very well, headaches cloud both my waking and my sleeping hours, bringing me feelings of the melancholy of life.