Monday, November 13:
R. had a very bad night; at breakfast he says to me, "Do you know what comes into my mind and alarms me on such bad nights? That I shall very soon have to make a journey without you and shall be separated from you for some days." Winter is here, snow, wind, and cold.
R. says, "I should like to read an intelligent book about Tellus and Sol and their influence." Then he quotes Semper, who once told him that Michelangelo's Madonna in Florence is tellurian. The banker sends no word; a real worry! Worked with the children. R. on his act, but cannot work much. In the evening read Plato's Republic.