Monday, May 21:
I have to speak to the singers, asking them (Hill, Frau Grün) to reduce their exorbitant demands somewhat, since R. will now have to pay them himself. R. is not well.
I go out alone to breakfast and dine, and visit the studio of the painter Watts, in which there hangs a quite amazing picture of Joachim. I can read the whole biography of this thoroughly bad person in this picture; that is not what the painter intended, but it is the very thing that reveals his talent, that he has depicted the truth without realizing it. Indeed, by trying to express something splendid.