Tuesday, December 25:
Really brilliant sunshine, the first time in two months! R. says to me, “Your birthday is my Sunday!” He decides on a walk with the children before lunch. We go into the palace gardens; Siegfried’s new suit, in old Germanic style, gives us much pleasure. A merry meal. R. solemnly proposes my health.
In the evening the history of the Arabs again, after which R. reads the first three cantos of the Divina commedia to our great delight; then I ask him for something from Parsifal, and he plays Gurnemanz’s narration, the entrance of Parsifal - divine blessings for my birthday!