"Wed. aft." "Wittgenstein has gone off to Cambridge to measure his new college rooms (the ones Moore used to have) and as soon as he comes back he will go to buy furniture, because he can't stand the Cambridge shops. Tomorrow he starts for Iceland. It is a great delight having him. We talk about music, morals, and a host of things besides logic. He gives me such a delightfully lazy feeling that I can leave a whole department of difficult thought to him, which used to depend on me alone. It makes it much easier for me to give up the technical work. Only his health seems to me very precarious—he gives one the feeling of a person whose life is very insecure. And I think he is growing deaf."