Friday, January 5:
Spoke much about the King; what shall we still experience through him? A lady from Transylvania sends R. thanks and blessings for the impressions she owes to him, Amalie von Konyvas-Toth, in Torda. R. works, and laughs at my being so happy about it: he says, 'Yes, I know, I am just a composing machine.'
R. sends for me and sings me the second verse of the Rhinemaidens. He corrects something which he thinks sounds too 'Altenburgian' - 'for what is very bold must seem natural.' At lunch he becomes very high-spirited and says how lovely it is that we are married, 'that all this is here, the children and you - now I enjoy talking about my earlier days, for nessun maggior piacer, che ricordarsi del tempo infelice nella gloria.' He goes into town and returns with the news that his sister Luise is dead. We had not even heard that she was ill.