Friday, April 9:
Went out early to buy a present for Loldchen tomorrow; then to the gallery, indescribable impact of a Saint Sebastian by Antonello da Messina and of a Botticelli. Affecting encounter with other old friends. Breakfast with the Pusinellis, the good people! Cordial atmosphere.
At 2 we drive to the school, the children make a good impression; but how strange this world: will they feel at home in it? Left at 5:15. It was necessary, but necessity is hard. Around 7 to Frau Wesendonck, with whom I spend a friendly evening; she finds me worn out and aged. Returning to my room late, I wrote to the children.