R., who did not sleep much, reflected during the night on his death: he wishes his final sickbed to be set up in the salon, his gaze directed toward my picture. — Tropical heat, perhaps the hottest day of the whole year. — I tell R. about a saying by…
Sedan[i] celebrated with cannon fire and flags, also with a big procession. Walked a little with the children, but Fidi still indisposed. — At lunch yesterday R. mentioned the great agitation in Austria because their cannons are worthless—a fine world, in which this warrants particular attention! I set out with the…
Work with the children, in the afternoon a long walk, first to Rollwenzel with the children, then in the Students’ Wood. In the evening read Karl Hillebrand’s article on Nietzsche’s book in the Neue Presse. Some good things briefly stated, many stupid ones at length. “It takes a lot to believe…
Wrote to Marie Dönhoff and other letters as well, while the children are in church and R. is working. Received calls (estate owner Rohder and wife). In the afternoon finished Wallen stein with Lusch. In the evening a letter of 22 full sheets from an Austrian, who connects a new…
“You are my lotus flower,” R. says. “You are the palm tree and I the spruce,” he says to me early in the morning. He is feeling well and is able to work a bit. But unfortunately he has many interruptions. Today the singer Schlosser has come here from Munich…
Taught the children. R. at work, which he finds difficult on account of the many interruptions. In the evening the third and fourth acts of Edward III. Lovely moonlit night.
