Wednesday, October 1:
R. goes back to his score—a great joy, for then things are easier to bear. Otherwise nothing of note. The Grand Duke of Oldenburg thanks us for sending the plans and brochures, but says nothing further. Schott pays for Götterdämmerung (10,000 francs) and is thus behaving agreeably. But this is probably our last large piece of income, and our growing expenses fill me with worry.
R. has an unquenchable confidence in himself, and I an all-absorbing mistrust in Fate. In the evening started on Uhland’s 6th volume, also read the article on Loki in Grimm’s Mythology. (Alliance between Germany and Italy after all.)