Sunday, August 10:
R. had a good night; the overcast skies and cold, wet weather do have an oppressive effect on him, but he is firmly resolved to start on his score. He reads a book about the Old Testament and then, for fun, V. Hugo’s Lucrèce Borgia, which disgusts him.
In the afternoon the singers’ procession, with virgins clad in white and much noise; R., the children, and I cannot help laughing heartily, for there is much absurdity to be seen. In the evening a visit from Herr Löffler (Kundry) and a Dr. Kienzl from Graz, conversation about many things, which R. brings to an end by having a Bach prelude and fugue played.