Sunday, September 28:
In the garden with children and relations; an almost angry interchange with Ottilie concerning Prof. Nietzsche. She is so bound up in university ways that she talks about the book The Birth of Tragedy without stopping to consider that N. has jeopardized his whole career for the sake of her brother, and that it is therefore insensitive of her to pass on to us the contemptuous and libelous opinions of the top academics. I see from the sentiments of W.’s sister toward her brother’s most loyal supporter how even the warmest heart can cool when it is constantly confronted with power.
Lunch and then a drive together to the Eremitage. Nothing of significance, except that R., referring to himself, says he is like Robin Hood, so out of step with the world.