Sunday, November 14:
In the morning a letter from Chaillou, the tailor in Milan, offering us a villa on Lake Como on very favorable terms. We are very much tempted. “Superstition is now my whole philosophy; for me the Chaillous are eudaemonic beings, their intervention in our lives has always been friendly. True, Wallenstein was deceived in this way about Piccolomini, but Wallenstein was a bad fellow, and I am not.”
Family lunch. Then a walk, lovely glow on the Rigi at sunset.
In the evening R. and Prof. Nietzsche discuss the first conceptions of language, which R. describes jokingly as talking primitive philology. Talked a lot about the Villa Capuana.
Fidi is no longer sleeping beside me; R. wished me to get my rest.
R. says, half in fun and half in earnest: “Just wait—when I write my treatise on the philosophy of music, church and state will be abolished. Religion has assumed flesh and blood in a way quite different from these dogmatic forms—music, that is the direct product of Christianity, as is the saint, like Saint Francis of Assisi, who compensates for the whole church as well as for the whole world.”
Yesterday evening R. played us the beginning of the Norns’ scene.