Wednesday, August 18:
Up early; rehearsal with singers. I with the Serovs in the next room. Overwhelming feelings of great melancholy. Deep awareness that I may no longer look on anything in this world. Heavy thoughts of Hans.
R. in the evening in a Falstaffian state, as he says, hoarse from choral singing. Read the Wanderjahre.
To the many bright ideas of the Munich theater director belongs the commissioning of a prologue for the reopening of the theater. A prologue for a new stage! For that reason he has turned down the request of many friends for Lohengrin, and instead chooses Jessonda. R. telegraphs the King and asks for Lohengrin or Die Meistersinger.
[End of the first notebook of the Diaries.]