Friday, March 22:
Letters to R. from Herr Feustel and Herr Neumann, also from Herr Raila in Bayreuth. R. is not very well, but he does some work. In the morning I converse with Fritz. In the afternoon a curious darkening over the lake; a flock of starlings comes over from the opposite bank and hurls itself at the tree as with a single wingbeat. “There one sees the life of a species,” R. says, “and yet each one is a complete entity in itself.”
R. tells us about his attempts to ride, in the Bois de Boulogne, on a pitiful nag which did not wish to advance; in the end he had to turn back, and that in Paris, at the time of Tannhäuser! Farewells to Fritz.