Friday, August 18:
O Cosima! You are the soul of my life! Completely and utterly! — I gazed into the flat country; looked for ‘home’ — imagined Munich without you. All a grave! — Nothing, nothing more without you! You are the soul of all that lives within me. —
Good night! — Parzival has written nicely! — Also done some work! — Good night, Cos! —