Saturday, October 19:
A remark of the Grand Duke of Weimar to my father, “Je ne donnerai pas le sou pour Bayreuth,” after he had enacted a complete comedy of enthusiasm to R. last winter, and another remark by Princess M. Hohenlohe, who told my father she had so far collected 18,000 florins for W., of which not a word is true, annoy R. extremely. He cannot get over the mendacity of these people.
Paid some visits with my father. In the afternoon visit the Fantaisie, since he wanted to see our summer residence. In the evening R. reads Parsifal to us, everyone extremely moved. It really is R.’s finest conception. “And all this time you are still romping about with singers and actors,” my father says to him; the pamphlet on Actors and Singers has just appeared.
R. says that if he were to be given the 300,000 thalers on condition that he never produce the Nibelungen, he would be blissful and happy and would start work at once.