"Tuesday night." "Wittgenstein came very soon after I finished my letter—I gave him the cocoa and he promised to use it, but I doubt if he will. He also promised (very reluctantly) to try riding. He is determined to think there is nothing the matter except premature decay of his intellect. But I'm not acutely anxious about him—he is going to be sensible in the end, and is better than a week ago. I had a walk with him and he stayed to tea."

Now reading lots of Tolstoy's shorter bits and working on Matter. Also Forstice.