Monday, November 1:
A good night, though arrangements have to be made once more; thoughts of moving to the hotel, but the friendly Frl. Schmidt proves the decisive factor in our staying where we are. R. is pleased that I make all the arrangements with good humor; the King sends some flowers.
At last, in the evening, Beethoven's Mass. Fine, if somewhat mixed, impression: "You will write a Mass," Beethoven must have said to himself, "and it will be something quite different." When I express my feeling that Italian church music has a different effect, R. agrees, and when the conductor takes the opposite view, R. says, "There speaks the musician, but my pleasure begins only at the point where I cease to be a musician."