R. is persuaded that his indisposition springs from the vexation caused him by Niemann. I tell him one must resolve to regard him as a meteor, and then also endure the meteor-stones that fall upon one’s head. Errands for the children—R. keeps quiet yet is still not wholly well. In the afternoon, visit from dear Feustel—he brings documents concerning Messrs. Voltz and Batz, and believes that R. will be freed from these two dishonest men! Dear Feustel radiant, having rescued our nephew Jachmann, and will likely within five or six years have made a very good business. In the evening R. opens Meister Eckhart; certain sentences are completely fulfilling to us—seeing and hearing, the seeing the action, that through knowledge one must come to ignorance—so profound—“there I feel myself at home”, says R. Also read something of the Edda—to me it seems as though the myths of the Germans had narrowed themselves with the refuge they had found.
Revised English translation by Jo Cousins.