Saturday, November 18:
It’s a bad diary, isn’t it, Cos? and nothing at all to be found in it? —
Oh my Cosima! —
Today I am coming to you! I was only able to be happy even here, knowing my beautiful wonder-woman to be there! —
Oh Cosima! Oh Ludwig! You are splendid! — United with you both, how mighty, how splendid am I! —
Pray for poor Hans! —
Greetings! Greetings! My wife!
I am redeemed — I am happy!