Sunday, February 13:
Spent the morning with Prof. Nietzsche, talked of many things. He tells me that Dorn, the conductor, has published a book whose whole purpose is simply to denigrate R. Dorn attempts to conceal the base tricks he played in Riga by telling all sorts of lies. Unfortunately he has a number of R.’s youthful letters, which he has published. In them R. addresses him in a downright childlike way—what mean advantage is taken of this! I beg Prof. N. to say nothing to R. about it. Lunch with the children. Prof. N.’s departure. — How solitary R. is in this world! — News that the King of Bavaria is renouncing his throne. — During the night I dreamed that I locked myself in the children’s salon with Blandine and declared that Death would nevertheless find a way in; I then said to her: I shall call on you in the hour of my death. Conversation with R. about the King’s abdication, which would remove the material foundations of our life.