Tuesday, June 2:
Recently we talked about the damage Bavaria has suffered in replacing its bugle calls with the Prussian ones. What is the sense of it? Our bugle calls are now as dreary as a desert, whereas formerly they were imaginatively stimulating. R. orchestrates his score; since taking the Marienbad water he is feeling much better, he sleeps better and is in consequence more cheerful in the mornings.
Visit from the dean, who takes great pleasure in our house. Letter from Hans to his daughter, in it he refers to himself as “your none-too-happy father,” which stabs me to the heart. An awful Fate is here at work, oh, could I but succeed in giving him some joy through his children! In the evening wandered with R. through the palace gardens.