Saturday, June 3:
First orchestra rehearsal; it sounds wonderful, R. says.
In the evening he returns home very happy; the experiment has succeeded, the Rhinemaiden singers mount the machines in person. Hill does his own climbing, the magic of genius has truly achieved the impossible!
I am overcome by an unutterable melancholy, my thoughts range far, return like heavy clouds, unburden themselves in tears, and rise up again in prayer. Listened to the birds, the Bülow bird is singing, the oriole! ...