Sunday, March 6:
A good night, but terrible weather; R. says the cocks began to crow before midnight - that was a sign. R. writes some additional music for Parsifal - 4 minutes of music. We dine at the Grosses', R. sees the Kolbs for the first time in years. He talks with passionate feeling about the Boers, indignant that nothing is being done by us in their support.
When we leave our friends, R. says, 'I find a dinner like that much more agreeable here than at the Ouroussoffs'. We spend the evening in chat.