Tuesday, January 11:
The same routine as yesterday; pleasurably melancholy images from the past rise up, the spirit of my sister hovers between us! — Everything vanished! ...
In the afternoon a letter from our nephew Jachmann about the Fürstner affair. R. is thinking about going to Berlin.
In the evening Marke alarms us with a howl of lament — Brange was not there. Profound effect of this animal sound. —