Friday, November 23:
R. again had a very bad night. I should dearly like to ascribe it to the foehn weather, but my concern makes me call the doctor. He does not seem at all alarmed. R. finishes Gurnemanz’s narration; however, at my request he does no more work.
In the evening, the first act of Henry VI, Part I. Dannreuther writes to say that Hans has once again made an unaccountable attack on English musicians; but my worry about R.’s health makes me impervious to everything else. Thus is one saved by one worry from another!