harmfulness!—Yesterday read at Baum’s, to the Baum family, my sisters, Marta, Dr Block’s wife, and her two sons (one of them a one-year volunteer in the army).
Towards the end my hand was moving uncontrollably about and actually before my face. There were tears in my eyes. The indubitability of the story was
confirmed—This evening tore myself away from my writing. Films in the National Theater. Miss O., whom a clergyman once pursued. She came home soaked in cold
sweat. Danzig. Life of Körner. The horses. The white horse. The smoke of powder. “Lützows wilde Jagd” [Lützow’s Wild Hunt].