Sunday, June 16:
Wild night filled with nightmarish images! But the morning is fine. I in the garden with the children, write to Malwida M., while R. gets down again to his work. God give him blessings and peace!
Later, walk with the Svendsens, who are thoroughly nice people. Late in the evening the “general,” but, thank God, to take his leave.
In the afternoon I read Hermann und Dorothea and felt that the hexameter form does much to impair the impression of a splendid naivete in Goethe’s characters. R. agreed with me and said, “One sees by that to what extent everything with us was a seeking and groping; the people who don’t understand call it classical, since it uses a Greek form which does not suit it at all and which gives everything an air of affectation.”