Sunday, May 5:
Packed; Käthchen is coming with us. The children’s goodbyes are cool, which worries R., though I had indeed forbidden them to cry too much. Left at five o’clock; the mayor with his wife at the station. Good journey as far as Schwandorf, but there a wait of 1 1/2 hours. The unpleasant, silent gaping of the people.
R. does not sleep, drafts his plans for the ceremony on the 22nd. Berlioz melodies; the difference between B. and Schumann, the latter getting impressions only from works, none at all from life, Berlioz very strong impressions from the world, if no very heartfelt or deep ones; he is a mirror, if only a small and broken one.