Saturday, May 16:
Wrote all kinds of letters, to Warsaw, Berlin, etc.; besides that still many tasks of arrangement. R. orchestrates a page of his score, but is still not feeling entirely well. In the evening we finish Titus Andronicus in great astonishment.
In the morning our two cocks amused us greatly by singing an entire duet. “The two trumpeters in Lohengrin,” says R. . . .