Friday, February 23:
Arose and went to work, still in the same mood. R. fairly well and also relatively cheerful. We talk about the fine impressions left by the rehearsals; he feels it was only the “poor players” who gave or showed him anything; he agrees with me when I say that all the magic was lost through Doepler’s rags and patches.
Frau Herwegh sends us her husband’s poems; the most wretched doggerel. When someone is lost to all consideration and at the same time can produce nothing better, what a dismal state he is in! R. writes in this sense to Frau Herwegh; I ask him not to send the letter!
In the evening read Xenophon’s Memorabilia; much delight in the conversation with Glaucon.