Tuesday, September 17:
R. had a good night, but at 4 o’clock he got up and took some “Pompeius Magnus” (magnesia) as a precautionary measure; he still laughs when he thinks of that parson. Then he asks me, “How are you feeling today?” I: “Very well.” “Then I have hopes of bringing off Kundry’s speech.” With an embrace, during which it goes to my heart to see in his eyes all his guileless kindness, we go our separate ways.
He works; at lunch he starts to talk about the strange parson and says he has heard that the man is attending an ecclesiastical conference here to further Christian ideas: “Perhaps they wanted me to compose something like ‘Beware of fat women!’” We laugh heartily over this merry nonsense. After lunch, when our friends praise the practical design of our house, R. tells us about his construction plans from the years around ’52.
In the evening some serious construction plans had again to be discussed, and in between came a walk with Standhartner and the dogs, which brought him a hunting sermon and an indisposition on Fidi’s part, which caused us terrible and prolonged anxiety. His room is pronounced unhealthy; at once R. starts on thoughts, complete in the smallest detail, of extending the outbuildings. In the evening our friends the W.’s and the Jägers; after that, departure of our friend Standhartner, whose very pleasant visit did us good.