Friday, September 20:
Last walk around the Fantaisie with the children, Fidi with us the whole time; it is beginning to look melancholy here, all our little possessions are being packed. “I turn my back gladly on the past, toward something with a future.”
Our spirits are also damped by news of a great fire in town which this morning struck our decorator, too; he is said to have had severe losses, and his son is reported to have been killed.
R. learns from A. Röckel’s son, who is seeking employment as a chorist, that Röckel has completely gone to seed! This leads to a review of all past relationships; alas, how wretchedly most of them have ended!