Thursday, April 25:
R. had a good night; he looks forward to his work, and that is pleasure enough for me amid all kinds of little worries! At noon arrival of a new book by friend Nietzsche, feelings of apprehension after a short glance through it; R. feels he would be doing the author a favor, for which the latter would one day thank him, if he did not read it. It seems to me to contain much inner rage and sullenness, and R. laughs heartily when I say that Voltaire, here so acclaimed, would less than any other man have understood The Birth of Tragedy. A wet day. Inspection of the small theater; R. goes out for a while, then works again in the afternoon. Friend Wolzogen reads me some things for the Bayreuther Blätter. In the evening Ivanhoe. And later in the evening the full tide of our love!