Thursday, December 30:
I dreamed that Kinowsky got into a train in order to murder R. R., on the other hand, had pleasant dreams, and Fidi had a nice dream about his father’s birthday, which coincided very nicely with my own thoughts, which are now already frequently occupied with R.’s birthday.
R. writes to Frau Wesendonck, and also receives a nice letter from Marie Hohenlohe; R. writes to Herr Scaria, who simply returned his script with a card. He does not wish to lay himself open to reproach in this matter.
In the evening, a splendid story by Lope de Vega (I took no note of the title, as usual; the main characters: Laura, Lisardo, Marcelo).
Reflections that Germany’s present armed strength is ephemeral, like other such oft-recurring events in history! America and Russia are the future. Our present economic calamities show all too clearly that our statesman is in fact not a statesman at all, but only a diplomat who from the outside looks like a prophet. We now have the gold standard, but nowhere gold. Meanwhile France flourishes.