»A walk through St. Gallen and Speicher to Trogen, a place already familiar to me from my time in the cantonal school there. Lunch at the Schäfli Inn. ... Up Gäbris in the afternoon, in a melancholy, snowy mood. As a young cadet lieutenant there I'd cut a foolish figure, with my hefty sword borrowed from the village doctor. ... On our return by train: his face now glows from within like a little torch. ... The little pebbles of the train platform at St. Gallen sparkle.« (Walk on January 3, 1937, p. 9–10)