Sunday, January 7:
Letter from the King in the usual tones. R. works; I write to my father and to Alwine Frommann. Yesterday evening I put away files. A letter comes addressed to 'Herr R. W., theater director in Bayreuth'; R. says, 'Laube at least got as far as theater director in Vienna!' Talking of Laube, R. says, 'The idea of modernity ruined him; whatever is modern is always best.'
In the evening we begin the Oresteia, with a very powerful impact; we talked a lot about Nietzsche's book. We also read some malicious things about my father's Christus in the newspaper; R. is very indignant and intends to make it a condition, if he conducts a concert in Vienna, that no critics will be admitted.