Sunday, November 7:
Feeling very weak, and R. unfortunately very unwell. He talks of assuring Siegfried’s future in the event of sudden death! Noticing my dismay, he says, “I do not believe it; things only happen to me when I believe in them, and most deeply, as for example with the King of Bavaria, when I really expected everything.”
Family lunch, all well and lively. After lunch, walked as far as the painter Zünd’s house. It does much good.
In the evening I write to Doris Brockhaus and ask her to send me the picture of Uncle Adolph.