Wednesday, December 26:
R. dreamed that Fidi and I had died and he was carrying a relief of us both in his pocket. He went to show it to Brandt, who said, “How can you always carry such a thing around with you? Anyway, I find a weeping man a miserable sight.” “Ah,” thought R., “now I see this man in his true colors!”
Yesterday afternoon, while I was still in the salon, R. was delighted with a major third - F sharp and A sharp leading to F and A - which had just occurred to him. Today he works it out in the march of the Knights of the Holy Grail.
In the evening the history of the Arabs and two cantos from the Divina commedia, read by R. “How wonderful, how impressive,” said R., “is Francesca’s story, and how great the poet who can make us accept so terrible a view of life, indeed, make us feel joy and delight in spite of all the horrors!”