Tuesday, September 28:
Nothing from outside. R. drafts a letter to Dürffl., which he then discards. Always the question, to be or not to be. I ink in the score and work with the children. In the afternoon go for a drive with them.
R. returns home upset; he has again seen an animal being tormented, which angers and distresses him. “The worst, and in some respects the ugliest, animal of all is the human being.” We dip a little into Prince Georg’s plays; very childish stuff. Beethoven quartets, indescribable delight!