Sunday, September 13:
Letter from Herr Hoffmann, who very much wants to talk to R.; we decide to invite him and his wife in the evening. Maquettes sent back here from Coburg. The advertised Poets’ Congress, with all its clauses, alarms one in its brazen stupidity. [A newspaper clipping on the conference attached; see notes.] Cold, occupied with winter clothing.
Did not write in my diary from Monday, September 14, to Wednesday the 23rd. Work with the children, writing letters for R., afternoon parties, discussions with Herr Hoffmann, all this preventing it.