Saturday, August 19:
Fourteen years ago I was married to Hans; the weather was dull, as it is today. Solemn reflections; God give me strength and let me grow better until I go to my rest.
Worked with the children, then drove with R. to Emmenbrueck. Lovely sky at sunset, intimate mood of melancholy. Reverting to the sergeant, R. says, “When one takes up a book, one reads it; when one sees a picture, one examines it; but music one plays, one feels identified with it, and consequently imagines oneself to be a musician.”