Thursday, July 18:
R. receives the contract for our house for signature; he recently dreamed of his burial beneath the chestnut trees on our terrace, which were already very large, so that he felt he would live for a long time, since we have only just planted the chestnut trees.
He is now reading a life of Garrick, in French, and observes that it was a good mixture, French Protestant and Anglo-Saxon. He also comes to the conclusion that a really great actor is as rare a phenomenon as a great poet.
At lunch he says that, in order to visualize the Romans of the 5th century, one should imagine the present-day Frenchmen’s having been beaten by the Americans and, after the invasion, amalgamating with them; what would emerge from that would certainly be something very remarkable.
Family lunch. R. then goes for a walk, I stay at home with Loldi. Herr R. comes, plays Chopin. In the Tagblatt the curious report that v. Perfall is to become master of ceremonies and Bülow general manager!