Friday, November 6:
In the morning a discussion with R., who is quite unwilling to admit the need for caution in regard to our finances. In the morning I worked a lot with Loldi, and finished a pair of leggings at the same time. In the afternoon German history and geography with Lusch; in the evening I read C. Frantz’s pamphlet to the end to R.
To bed a bit tired. R. goes downstairs again at 11 o’clock to alter a passage in his score.
We are little edified by C. Frantz’s pamphlet; he has no feeling for the magnificence of Bismarck’s personality, and that is bad. (Loldi yesterday rescued a hen which had fallen into the water, and Fidi sang to it a song of his own making: “It is not so easy to die.”)