Thursday, August 10:
Nightmares and wild dreams of helping to murder V. Hugo. Fidi friendly again. Family lunch with Herr Praeger. Translated morning and afternoon; in the evening R. reads aloud Walther und Hildgunde.
Letter from R. Pohl and from Frau Serov, the latter, whom we hardly know, wants to pay us a visit, and speaks of all sorts of mysterious things: her child has been taken away from her, she has been virtually driven from Russia, etc. Shall I answer her?
Deep and sublime impression from an Indian legend: the mother with her dead child, Buddha, the grains of mustard, the house in which nobody has died.