Saturday, February 10:
I had a very bad night, in which I thought I had lost my wits; my thoughts got into such a state of confusion in my sleeplessness that I felt I should have to enter a lunatic asylum. A strange state of mind! I think lack of exercise caused it. All this along with the thoughts that never leave me! Nevertheless, I gave the children their lessons.
R. comes to me around [time left blank] and tells me that, three times as he was dressing, he broke off to run upstairs and write additions to his sketch; he also runs upstairs at lunch to write down Klingsor to Kundry: Was fragst du mich, verworfenes Weib? I should like to take a long walk, but have to give up the idea, since the weather - rain and wind - is frightful.