Sunday, February 9:
Restless night; I dream of murder at the hands of Dr. J. Lang!
Again spent all day with the children, just writing a few letters (to Marie Schl. and our Hamburg friends). Kahnt’s journal announces a competition for the best essay on Der Ring des Nibelungen; the judges will be Karl Simrock in Bonn, the Germanist Dr. Moritz Heyne, and friend Nietzsche, and the prize is a certificate of patronage. The idea and the way in which it is being presented are both excellent.
R. goes to Angermann’s (beer) with Fidi; as they sit down, Fidi asks, “But where will Rus sit?” R. is very tired, has to drag himself the short distance laboriously. In the evening the good mayor, to whom we give an account of our journey.