Thursday, February 19:
R. had a bad night, constantly thinking about the decoration affair, then the dangers of the guarantee. He reads Daumer, but in the evening Gibbon to me.
The Women’s Wagner Society sends 550 florins as the first proceeds of their lottery. Apart from that, nothing of significance.
R. tells me that for Winkler’s newspaper he signed his short story about Beethoven “Richard Wagner, music setter in Paris.”
R. tells Loldi the story of William Tell, and in connection with this we admire the way Schiller handles the main scene, making Bertha and Rudenz burst in on Gessler; Tell literally disappears, as if defeated, and suddenly one hears that the apple has been struck.