Breakfast in the summer house, followed by a walk in the court garden; R. drinks his spring water. — Still no idea where the Siegfried is to come from; in the afternoon, drove up to the theatre, where, as usual, we learn nothing but discouraging news — the workers are doing nothing, the orchestra room is still too small, the earthworks have barely begun, and in two months the rehearsals are supposed to take place! …
In the evening, we read some tales (“The Jackal and the Drum”, “The Two Murderers”, “The King and the Washerman”[1]) with much enjoyment.
[1] From the “Panchatantra”, an Indian collection of fables.
Revised English translation by Jo Cousins.