R. wakes from a dreadful dream; I had once again left him after a quarrel and refused to return home, there was no place for me there, and in a hotel, he met me with my mother and wished to take me back home. My face and body were covered in boils, my eyes swollen, as though I had contracted some kind of plague, which, as he thought, I had willingly brought upon myself. As he searched for me, people crowded around him, wanting to attend the rehearsals and greeting him with “revered master.” Finally, he grasps me, and, staggering, I cast a questioning look, and collapse; he wakes up; among the figures crowding around him was Marr from Hamburg, whom he did not recognise because he had become so stately. – – –
He falls asleep again in the morning and wakes up with the image of Rus having been run over! … I dreamt, as I frequently do, of Marie M.
Yesterday, we read about the opening of the opera in Paris —”La Juive”, “Les Huguenots”, “William Tell” —how miserably dilapidated this great nation has become!
Die Opera Garnier was inaugurated on January 5, 1875.
Engraving by Charles Nuitter.
In the evening, a ball at the district president’s house, where both he and his wife were extremely concerned about R. Home at around 12 o’clock, R. and I rest for a while, and[1]
[1]Entry breaks off.
Revised English translation by Jo Cousins.