In late April the sun is still struggling, feeble, and usually it gives up by noon, sailing for southern France. And who wouldn’t? Those whom duty tortures and those who thought German superior to French. Those are the same people.
We looked at a painting that expressed it well. I said to Luisa, it’s beautiful not because it’s pretty but because it’s true.
(Carl Blechen: Landschaft im Winter bei Mondschein)