Sunday, January 10:
In the morning R. tells me about strangely malicious traits in Felix Mendelssohn, of which he recently read in Meinardus's autobiography: how he had amused both himself and the other examiners gathered around by caricaturing the pupils who were playing to them, one of whom was deformed.
Another godchild, from Detroit in America. R. replies nicely, wishing the child a sincere religious faith.
At lunch Baroness Aufsess, Frau Muncker, and Prof. Fries; also several friends in the evening. Somewhat too much for R.