Thursday, March 6:
R. slept well, but he awoke very early and waited impatiently for daytime. He tells me, “When I have finished a part of my work, I ask myself, 'Will I succeed with the next?'”
Talked a lot about the Villa d'Angri, for which we have received the plans. R. is very tired of the climate here.
In the evening we chat together, R. reads me some things from his Braunes Buch, and we recall with delight our activities together. He is now reading Plutarch again, since he found little satisfaction in Gogol, in spite of his talent.
Sad feelings about French illustrations to R.'s works - appendix to the translation of Parsifal! A little volume by Daudet astonishes us with its talent - and silliness, the latter wherever the Germans are involved. R. says, “We are quite stupid and ridiculous enough, so why do they have to make themselves look ridiculous, too? They should study us closely.”