Sunday, November 30:
Looked through the sketches again by daylight. A truly beautiful impression; Valhalla depicted with consummate beauty, the sketch of the awakening of the Wala quite wonderful.
Lunch with the mayor and the painter, the latter turning out to be a cultured man who has, it seems, adopted a stiff and pedantic manner as an antidote to Viennese shallowness. But he seems to have a very great respect for R., and I think an understanding will be possible. The big question, though, is how to find the means?
The newspapers are saying that the theater construction is subsiding, and other ugly lies of this sort, yet despite this we are always receiving touching proofs of sympathy, isolated, perhaps, but genuine and powerful.
Spent the evening conversing quietly with R. and Malwida.