Saturday, November 4:
Bathing still for me and the children, both today and yesterday; we are preparing for our departure for Rome. R. assiduously reads Sismondi in order not to think about the things that grieve him. Heckel has suggested a fourth performance to cover the deficit. We discuss the necessity of charging for seats, which would compromise everything from the very start, then the angry mood of the singers when they are not allowed to appear again at the end. R. says the job ought to be done by people who take pleasure in such things, very well, it should be a sect; but can such people be found? Not in sufficient numbers when curiosity is lacking. Much worry, bitter worry. Our only comfort: the children...