Friday, March 20:
Snow flurries, at the same time flowers from Malwida in Italy! At the house with R.
In the morning a letter to Prof. Nietzsche about his treatise; R. accuses me of forgetting my German, he is very jealous of the fact that I have been receiving and writing so many letters in French. Feeling of sadness.
In the evening Tieck’s essay on ways of reciting verses.