Saturday, November 25:
R. is sketching a history of the Nibelungenring for the fifth volume. He now dreams constantly that he is on the point of departure; I am supposed to accompany him but do not really want to—“very melancholy,” he says. He sends his writings to Herr Wesendonck and Frau Wille.
I do nothing but Christmas things. In the evening Plato. No news of my money order.