Father’s birthday — Frau W. with us throughout the day; likewise the three Br.s of the theatre: Brandt, Brückwald, and Brückner. The pattern for the curtain was chosen, very beautiful! … Yet Brandt ever complaining that there is so much negligence in regard to the building. The rain comes through. In the evening, music: “Heroide funèbre” [1], by Father.
[1] Symphonic poem, 1857, by Franz Liszt.
Revised English translation by Jo Cousins.