"Friday aft." "Since I began writing this, I have had a letter [not extant] from Wittgenstein saying he and I are so dissimilar that it is useless to attempt friendship, and he will never write to me or see me again. I dare say his mood will change after a while. I find I don't care on his account, but only for the sake of logic. And yet I believe I do really care too much to look at it. It is my fault—I have been too sharp with him."

Balfour's Gifford Lectures he's reading. Dine Whiteheads Sunday.

[Letter no. is not on letter.]