Friday, May 5:
All is now settled in Vienna and Berlin; in their place we have typhoid fever, which, making a harmless appearance among the soldiers, has been built up in the most malicious way by the newspapers; inquiries for certificates are ceasing to arrive, all people want to know is the state of the epidemic! ...
In the evening, little pleasure in Wolf-Goethe-Bernays; ink-splashing century! R. wishes we had nothing of Goethe except Faust; he would then look as great and legendary as Homer. All these attempts to emulate Homer's successors seem almost childish.