Thursday, June 29:
R. had a very bad night; the rain was coming down in a deluge. But Herr Brandt has sent a telegram; it seems everything is all right. Letter from Claire: my mother has become deranged again. “Your father and mother do not bring you much joy,” R. observes.
Family lunch; in the garden again, the weather is fine. R. could not do much work. In the evening, a walk. Very nice letter from Clemens Brockhaus.