Monday, June 17:
R. has a buzzing and stabbing sensation in his ears, something he also had severely 8 years ago in Starnberg. It both worries and alarms me, and I am also worried by the very great expense of our life here. Alas, the poor dear man has much to bear!
He is not at all well, can do little work, and does not go for a walk. In the evening the good Svendsens come and he has to leave, for he can talk to nobody.
We are very upset by the news that the dean is seriously ill. Are we now being threatened with a loss? His last office was administering Communion to our friend Feustel, who has gone over to Protestantism. R. says, half in fun, half in earnest, “Have certain gentlemen been giving him a dose for that?”