Friday, June 2:
The lovely days soon disappear; today it is cold and wet, on top of it news of eternal killings in Paris. “Against petroleum you can only use napoleum,” says R.
Letter from Kathchen; she wants to come here, to work for me again. Plaintive letter from M. Maier about our wish to build, we shall run ourselves into debt, etc. No walk. In the evening Carlyle.