Up already at half past four to attend to letters which could not be written yesterday. Dreary weather, then worked with the children. —
At midday, Prof. Doepler, thereafter some Bayreuth ladies, and in the evening, Prof. Doepler again with our friend Feustel. Once more the question of lodgings — it now seems certain that no hotel can be built, so it is a matter of taking the necessary measures. The matter of the costume expenses is also being considered. “My enterprise appears to me like a will-o’-the-wisp over a swamp,” R. says to me. (Yesterday he dreamt of his mother — painted and adorned — who was preparing a splendid house for him; he himself was so anxious that he gave her no money for it, only thinking of escape, and runs away, even leaving his locked-up dog to starve!)
Revised English translation by Jo Cousins.