Saturday, February 19:
R. works, I give lessons. Recently Herr Niemann cabled for the parts of the so-called love song for a court concert in Meiningen — the first direct sign of life from him since he returned the part of Siegmund; when I ask R. whether he intends to send them, he replies, “You don’t look a gift Siegmund in the mouth!”
In the evening a little of Don Quixote, but splendid (puppet-theater episode) — how many people appreciate this? Know it?