Saturday, July 18:
R. again dreamed his traditional old dream about his wife, whom he did not know how to fit into his new life, until the problem was solved by his waking up thinking, “But she is dead.” R. works morning and afternoon; I do a lot of work with Lusch and hope to inculcate in her, without trouble, a good and noble education. In the evening a somewhat abortive attempt to bring an Alberich into being.