Friday, August 1:
Little preparations for the roof-raising ceremony tomorrow. We want the dean to write the verse for the foreman. In this connection I drive with my father and the children to the Fantaisie, where the dean is spending the day.
In the evening my father plays us his Bergsymphonie. A melancholy mood throughout the whole day and among all around me.
The Grand Duke of Weimar wants to found an academy and establish an order of palms! He wants my father to help him with it!