Good night; first to Sprudel, then up to Hirschsprung, drive in the carriage, midday meal in the Salle Saxe—Karlsbad soon exhausted, though very fair, many Israelites. Departure at three, in the evening at seven o’clock in Teplitz; entered the “Prince Deligue”, but we lodge at the “King of Prussia”, where thirty years ago [1] R. and Apel [2] revelled. At once Biliner water and chernozem wine demanded. [3]
[1] Erratum, it was actually 41 years ago, in June 1834.
[2] Theodor Apel (1811-1867), a childhood friend of RW, a writer, and son of the author Johann August Apel.
[3] See description of the Bohemian journey in “My Life”.
Revised English translation by Jo Cousins.