Monday, October 8:
A lot of orthopedics; R., however, not in the mood for work. He starts making a copy of Parsifal for the printers.
News about the school not at all good; Herr Hey is making very high demands! The leaflets go out into the world, but so far there has been no response; R. laughs and says, “If my school comes to nothing, what a slap in the face for me!”
In the evening he plays me a splendid theme for a symphony and says he has so many themes of this kind; they are always occurring to him, but he cannot use such merry things in Parsifal. He is unutterably kind and good toward me! All that I can think of in exchange: For you I would willingly die!