Tuesday, January 23:
R. feels he will have to make the journey, so goodbye now to the working mood. Oh, how sad, how sad! I feel crushed. Herr Heckel replies by telegram that he cannot leave his business for any length of time, and he asks for details of the time and place. R. says: “It was just a shot in the dark; it would have been a miracle to have hit straightaway on the right person who could place himself at my disposal at once.” He writes down his plan and a survey of the situation. So dive down deep, Rhinemaidens, alas, for how long?
In the afternoon a letter from Lenbach, saying he has nearly finished another portrait of R. R. prepares for his journey; the children are in tears over his departure, and I feel as if wiped out. On top of it all, a Hamburg enthusiast asks for a letter. Childish friendship against calculated hostility. Bülow is now in Berlin, which is also an embarrassing factor.