As the barometer is falling, we forgo our excursion, despite the fair sunrise and the household's persuasion. A triumph for science; the worst weather indeed arrives, met with great merriment. We think of Eckermann and Goethe. – Frau Wesendonck sends a poem on cremation, which leads us to Mephistopheles’ line:…
Great heat, R. not feeling well, gives up his course of the spring waters. No welcome news from any quarter; the patronages are not increasing, while on the other hand various demands are mounting — for example, Madame Materna demanding 30 gulden per day. Much nonsense among it all: a…
R. somewhat better; in the morning we speak much of Görres's book, tolerable only when considered upon the foundation of Schopenhauer’s philosophy. Around midday, a letter from the children arrives, arousing great torment! … What is to be done? Bitterness. In the evening, another kind of bitterness — Brandt, the…
Fidi's birthday! R. came to my chamber at four, though today the sunrise was but meagre; yet R. hears the bird. At midday, a toast; in the afternoon, an outing of the children to the Hermitage, the weather clears, Fidi’s sun breaks through. — “He shall be a Chevaux légers.”[1] —…
R. told me of the Fata Morgana in Görres — if true, such a phenomenon, the reproduction of an event in the skies, is indeed most curious! R. says that such a Fata Morgana in the mind of a man is the A major symphony from the “Dionysia”. — Much…
