7:15 p.m.
I did not get up early enough to transfer your file early this morning,
and therefore waited until after 5 p.m. I do not yet know whether
my file decompression works if one transfers the compressed file as binary;
as text, it does not.
I travelled fairly light on this trip, and among other omissions, did not
bring a Bible; the 22d Psalm will have to wait until Sunday morning.
I agree that it seems improbable that a politician and warrior
should have composed the Psalms. I wonder to what extent one should interpret
the figure of David (or of Jacob, or of Rebekah) as representing ideals,
or whether they were intended to demonstrate human failings.
Did Nietzsche ever write specifically about the Old Testament? I would have
thought that its bloodthirsty self-confidence might appeal to him.

The market will not be open until Tuesday. We can talk about investment
issues on Sunday and Monday.

Today began with fog, and it did not clear until late afternoon. I got a little
work done early this afternoon, and will try again this evening. In the mid-
afternoon, we went to Miacomet Pond one last time. As we drove away from
the pond, Nathaniel suddenly said that he saw Virginia. As if in
anticipation of returning home, Rebekah and Nathaniel, although exhausted,
are reluctant to go to bed tonight.
It was either yesterday or today that Nathaniel said he
wanted to go home, and I think that we are all ready.
I look forward to reconstructing our life at home and
to your return from Konnarock.
Nonetheless, I cannot resist a tinge of melancholy, to some degree
characterologic, at saying goodbye to
the island and to the summer.
As I walked up and down on the sand between Miacomet Pond and the ocean,
it seemed to me that such minor farewells were practice for deaths, others'
and eventually one's own.
I will transmit this as soon as the children are asleep and the telephone
line is free. I will be making rounds Sunday morning, and will call some time
later in the day.