Friday, March 31:
R. dreams that I threw myself into the water, and he wakes up with tears and cries. This astonishes me, for I have never before thought about death so much and with so much longing.
In the evening Kladderadatsch, which contains many comical things about the performance of Tristan und Isolde. M. Tribert has written in a very friendly way about representing my interests.