Wednesday, September 30:
R. goes on writing, and I work with the children. A walk in the afternoon; the whole countryside completely parched. It is reported in the newspaper that the King is only waiting for the performances in Bayreuth before setting up a regency and going on a journey to India. Strangely enough, this news coincides with the King’s request to R. to tell him exactly to the day when the performances will take place.
In the evening Anabasis, with great enchantment — it is as if one were looking into a purer air. R. praises its naïveté, its utter lack of a striving for effect. How stilted and colorless are our