Went to an English lecture by a Sir Charles Petrie. It was not very interesting, though in the end he made some remarks which were most enlightening. The man reminded me of our dear Her Hittler (sic!) exciter that was. Tall, sleek and dark. Voice good, way of speaking rather nice. People here are not so quick in reacting to English humour, so I don’t know what sort of an impression did the Lecturer have. Met Ewe (?) Chorin there. Was late for the National Theatre. The play, Birds by Aristophane, was most amusing. At the intervals listened (??) sympathy to the woes of Magda Aron (?). She had a lot. My brother waited for us.