Tuesday, June 25:
At breakfast R. talks a lot about the German language, its neglect, its pronunciation: “We have turned into slatterns.” R. works and decides to recompose something.
In the afternoon a visit with the children to the mayor. Excellent people. R. joins us there; merry homeward journey. The mayor tells us that the performance of Der fliegende Holländer in Munich was a real event. M. M[uchanoff] writes that its reception made Hans very cheerful. Mesmerism: R. is learning it from a brochure, to cure me.