Saturday, December 6:
The night was not too bad, and the trouble has not spread; his temperature seems to have gone down. Yesterday he saw himself during the day as a Turkish lady being borne along in a litter, in a half-waking, half-dreaming state. Today he calls himself “Rhodonasilos Tithonos,” and he tells the doctor he is thoroughly enjoying staying in bed and resting; he has always wanted to be just such a lazybones. It is typical of R. that, when I heard him call out something yesterday morning, I went into his room and he said, “That was because Brangäne had a sore ear, and he, Marke, wanted to stop anyone from touching it!” This arose from Herr v. Stein’s telling us that the previous evening Br. had been very affectionate toward him, and Marke had come between them, as if he were jealous. Around eleven o’clock I hear R. singing! ... He bears his suffering and his