Friday, September 27:
Oh Cosima! How proud and happy I am! — Your Day! — I had a beautiful dream about you. — But to be aware of you, aware, — to be quite clearly conscious that you are, are, for me! Ah! That merits a lot of ‘distress’ — . But how should I not be aware of it? I can, after all, see and grasp it! Every day the thrill of emotion I feel, approaching little Eva increases. Lying, living and laughing there is the clear proof that ‘I too was born in Arcadia!’ — Dear, dear wife! — Behold, all has succeeded and succeeds: child and work! — Whom would we envy? —