Monday, June 30:
The night is spent in opening and shutting windows, two thunderstorms in succession, but at last R. falls peacefully asleep and gets up in lively spirits to continue his spa cure; of all the children only Boni accompanies him in the palace gardens. A fine day, the air cooler, R. starts C. Frantz’s latest book, which is about federalism, and he is so pleased with it that he wants me to read aloud the first chapter in the evening. R. says C. Frantz bears some resemblance to himself in the way he constantly refashions his basic idea.
Before that R. read to me the new ending for his article. In the evening he says it would be a good thing if we could marry off our girls well; certainly it would be a good thing, but one our star will have to take care of, for it is not in our power to do anything about it.
This morning R. thought of Niemann and his strident manner and said, “Oh, never again to have anything to do with such people!” And yet during our recent evening near the theater, we were recalling the rehearsals and how everybody always arrived on time, we were full of sincere praise for all of them. Sad, this belonging together yet feeling separated at the same time - sad like so many other things in life.