Saturday, September 7:
R. very unwell, but he writes the epitaph for Tausig's grave, which I find wonderfully moving. In the garden I work out the notes to a laudatory discourse which my father entrusted to me. In the afternoon I write to him and send him my work. R. sends him his works with a dedication "in the style of Hans Sachs."
To the Schweizerei with the children. There met the lawyer Kafferlein from the management committee, who has no doubts about the success of the enterprise. Loldi, seeing his three dogs, says, "One of them belongs to him; the other two have been invited."
R. indisposed, becomes angry when I speak of giving up my bedroom in the new house to my father. The whims of the particularist administration in Bavaria have led to nothing.