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"Thursday aft." "I had an awful time with Wittgenstein yesterday between tea and dinner. He came analysing all that goes wrong between him and me, and I told him I thought it was only nerves on both sides and everything was all right at bottom. Then he said he never knew whether I was speaking the truth or being polite, so I got vexed and refused to say another word. He went on and on and on. I sat down at my table and took up my pen and began to look through a book, but still he went on. At last I said sharply "All you want is a little self-control". Then at last he went away with an air of high tragedy. He had asked me to a concert in the evening, but he didn't come, so I began to fear suicide. However, I found him in his room late (I left the concert, but didn't find him at first), told him I was sorry I had been cross, and then talked quietly about how he could improve. His faults are exactly mine—always analysing, pulling feelings up by the roots, trying to get the exact truth of what one feels towards him. I see it is very tiring and very deadening to one's affections. I think it must be characteristic of logicians—he is the only other one I have known intimately."

"Controlling the direction of one's attention is the secret of everything—but it is hard to do even when one knows it ought to be done."

"—All but finished 'Self-Evidence'*—then I go on to 'Degrees of Certainty' and that ends Part II of Book I. I shall have to do Part III in a very sketchy way, because I haven't yet thought much about the questions involved."

16 and 17th to Whiteheads.

18th Frau Wittgenstein.

*Ch. VI of Pt. II—i.e., through page 323.