Saturday, October 30:
Wrote to Claire while with the children; still thinking of Cervantes’s life, always in connection with R.’s fate. Perhaps Hans is the only person who shares the feelings which move me when I consider what such beings mean to the world and the world to them. I am certain he is willing to suffer for R.’s sake, but he cannot admit it to himself, and it all has to remain unspoken. How often my thoughts linger with the poor man!
In the afternoon to town with two of the children. In the evening Don Quixote. R. tells me today, “I am nothing but concern for you and our little world.”