Saturday, February 26:
R. had a very wretched night, and his fingers irritate him more and more; he dreamed, among other things, that I did not return home until midnight and announced quite calmly that I had been trying out costumes at Lenbach’s: “Are you trying to drive me to suicide?” he had asked, beside himself. The doctor comes, looks at the trouble, prescribes compresses.
We go for a walk and to friend Jouk.’s with both dogs; Marke literally examines the pictures. Our friend is ill and probably sad as well. We then stroll in the palace gardens, hear a blackbird in the distance, a sad sound amid mud and snow!
In the evening great abstinence, and completely alone. R. talks of alterations which Hans has made in Weber’s Invitation to the Dance; he finds them patronizing and utterly unjustified. We glance through Jacolliot’s books on India and are each time revolted by the way Europeans behave among the Asians.