Thursday, October 7:
Unfortunately R. again had a very bad night. Letter from our nephew Clemens, saying that sister Ottilie is offended. Purchases for Lusch's birthday; in the afternoon a walk to the Eremitage. In the evening the Annals.
The green-and-golden tree of autumn gives us joy, yesterday I was lost in deep meditation, great melancholy seized hold of me. Pleasure in Fidi, who speaks his evening prayer so devoutly; R. says he himself continued saying his evening prayers for many years: 'One really always ought to say them, to submerge oneself, so to speak, every evening in the primal source.' He has found a prescription for our dogs in the Orbis Pictus and is treating them accordingly.