Saturday, December 12:
R. has trouble with his manuscript: no sooner is the score completed than he has again to write “introductions” and “endings” to the various “pieces” — “Oh, Germania!” he exclaims.
I still have several Christmas purchases to make.
In the evening Lusch gives me pleasure by sincerely begging my pardon, which profoundly relieves me.
In the evening no Kant-Schopenhauer. R. is thinking more and more about his educational plan.