Friday, February 18:
Springtime, the starlings are here; but R. is unwell, he thinks because he has too many things on his mind — Tristan in Berlin, court cases, accommodation matters, Lohengrin in Vienna, on top of that the American composition is supposed to be finished by March 15! And will he be paid the 5,000 dollars anyway? He is so worn out that he cannot read to me in the evening.