Wednesday, July 22:
Paid some calls. Strange mood in spite of all my activity, and it finds expression in my taking up my old favorite Eugénie de Guérin again. One could scarcely imagine a calling as different from mine as hers, and yet no one is as close to my heart as this Breton girl, and in this book I love the French very much.
In the afternoon we drive out to the theater; in the evening Frl. Oppenheimer from Frankfurt, who will probably sing Erda; with Frau Grün she sings the duet from Lohengrin (Ortrud and Elsa). R. has a lot of things to point out, but he is satisfied with their eagerness to learn.