Friday, February 18:
Today, children, I committed a grave wrong; I offended our friend, and since this is something I wish never to do again, regarding it as the blackest of sins, I use this instance to identify the pitifulness of our human nature. We were speaking of Beethoven’s C Minor Symphony, and I willfully insisted on a tempo which I felt to be right. That astonished and offended R., and now we are both suffering—I for having done it, he for having experienced willfulness at my hands. After lunch with the children to Countess Bassenheim, whose hard lot and excellent disposition always touch me.