Saturday, January 3:
From Claudius’s Wandsbecker Bote R. reads me a passage about Christ which is really fine and moving. Our friend [Malwida] speaks of a child of Atma that has just been born, which leads to a witty remark from R. about world asthma.
He goes for a walk, comes to me in the conservatory, but is still weak and agitated at the same time. “What am I living on?” he asks. “My operatic successes and the bounty of a King who does not want to understand me.” We read in the newspaper that the prince is having things in Versailles copied for himself. In the evening continued with Luther.