Sunday, March 31:
Lulu is out of bed again, and with the professor’s help I hide eggs for the children. Then I go for a walk; but the foehn wind affects me very badly. In the afternoon I make music with Prof. Nietzsche. Lovely rainbow.
R. brings back a friendly telegram from Feustel, announcing a letter. Richter has also written. But R. waxes very indignant about his publisher J. J. Weber, who, it seems, has the right to refuse Der Ring des Nibelungen for the collected writings. The terrible contract R. concluded with this publisher years ago makes him look back very ruefully on all his previous connections.