Friday, June 14:
R. dreams of a rosebush which was growing at the head of his bed, and on which the roses were so large that he thought to himself, “You must show them to Cosima.” Then they fell off like camellias; one remained, which he was just about to pluck when it fell, shed its petals, and revealed a core something like a pineapple, which Loldi ate. He was just wanting to show that, too, when he woke up.
Arrival of cigars from Havana (“the delicious weed,” writes the supplier); it is a present from Herr Nettke. Last sitting for the medal maker, which unfortunately means another morning lost, but I hope it will turn out well. R. then again plays Götterdämmerung and is looking forward to working on it. When will he at last find the peace and quiet for it?
In the afternoon with Fidi and Eva to the Schweizerei (the others are in the town). Then for a walk alone with R. Fine weather, lovely rest. In the evening the four girls work on R.’s head and make curl papers for his locks!
Early to bed, since R. is not well; sudden disturbance by a telegram: Herr Batz, the agent, is coming, another disturbance.