Friday, August 27:
A fairly good night, and in the early morning a cold pack, which seems to lead to great exhaustion and irritability. He is extremely vexed by the very unfriendly manner of the German servants. I take the children to go look at several things, including the lovely Three Graces on their pedestal.
R. tells me his dream: a handsome greyhound followed him and spoke to him; getting more and more affectionate and troublesome, it placed its paws on his chest. R., believing the animal to be bewitched, pushed it away, whereupon it said to R., "Take me with you, I promise not to be troublesome any longer."
R. sends off his article and writes a few words to W., saying that this will probably be his last work, some points of which he might later elaborate a little further. As for his activities, he intends still to stage Parsifal for some very few of his friends. He is very, very tired, but he orders an outing to Monte Caro, which turns out quite well and gives us a good impression of the charming Siena countryside.
In the evening great weariness on R.'s part, he goes to bed around 9 o'clock. In the middle of the night