Monday, December 1:
R. works. At lunch the painter Hoffmann, to whom I wrote a few friendly words, and who is now less stubbornly insisting on everything. No news from anywhere in the whole world about our undertaking, and much vexation with the house.
In the evening Hoffmann again, who interests us with his description of the Oberammergau Passion Play in all its ridiculous affectation. We part very cordially, and he goes off to Coburg to talk to the scene painters there. He leaves us with the impression of a very decent, open-minded man.