Thursday, April 11:
R. works on his article for the Bayreuther Blätter—still no spring! Our good mayor dines with us. In the evening a game of whist, a curious sight in Wahnfried; R. says it will still be haunting it 100 years hence.
At lunch R. gets indignant because a Colonel S. describes Balzac as superficial, Gutzkow as deep and fundamental. Afterward he is annoyed with his indignation: “I never consider the people with whom I am talking, I see everything sub specie aeterni.”
He spoke up splendidly for Balzac.