Thursday, September 23:
R. is convinced that his indisposition comes from the annoyance Niemann is causing him. I tell him one must just decide to regard him as a meteor, then put up with the meteorites which fall on one’s head.
Purchases for the children—R. takes things easy, he is still not quite well. In the afternoon visit from friend Feustel, bringing papers concerning Messrs. Voltz and Batz—he believes it might be possible to free R. from those two ignoble creatures! Friend Feustel beaming, he has saved our nephew Jachmann and will probably within five or six years have done a very good stroke of business.
In the evening R. opens Meister Eckhart, some sentences occupy our thoughts completely, seeing and hearing, seeing bringing the realization that through knowledge one is bound to attain ignorance—so profound; “Here I feel myself at home,” says R. Also read part of the Edda—it seems to me that the myths of the ancient Germans grew more restricted with the place of refuge they found.