To church with the children; afterward hid the eggs in the house. R. takes another bath, after doing some work. ‘T shan’t be really healthy until I am rid of this ‘Kauder[1],’ ” he says. “By that I mean Der Ring des Nibelungen.” — Chatting from afternoon till evening with…
Some letters; governess affairs, and a very melancholy one from our friend Nietzsche, who is tormenting himself. R. exclaims, “He should either marry or write an opera, though doubt less the latter would be such that it would never get produced, and so would not bring him into contact with…
Good Friday. To church with the children; returning home, I suggest to R. that he walk to the theater with us. Since he feels too unwell to work, we ascend the hill which is also a Mount Calvary for us. In the afternoon drove to the Fantaisie to see the…
Maundy Thursday. R. feels unwell, and we are both very concerned about the illness of our old Rus; the poor huge dog is groaning pitifully, and the veterinary surgeon says it is rheumatism. — Work in the house in the morning and afternoon. R. had to go to the law…
R. sings the chorus ‘Wach' auf’ (glad that it has been chosen to celebrate our friend Riedel’s jubilee in Leipzig). He says: “This for me was the quintessence of the work, it was the very first thing that came to me in Paris, and I said to Weissheimer in Biebrich,…
