Friday, March 25:
R. slept well. Our conversation concerns Brahmanism, which R. praises as the religion of intelligence, but then he places Christianity above it as the religion of suffering.
When he comes to me around lunchtime, I tell him that Count Gobineau’s account of the Hunnish invasion has provided me with a clue to the nihilist movement, since it seems as though all that now matters is destruction. At lunch our conversation comes back to India. But R. is still feeling oppressed. We go for a walk after he has inspected Jouk's costume sketches. The gale drives us home.
R. works and rejoicingly shows me a page on which he has filled in only a few instructions, as Gurnemanz and Parsifal are conversing. In the evening he has the new incidental music for Parsifal played to him, and then he goes through Die Entführung aus dem Serail (Osmin, Osmin and Blondchen, the Turkish music), to the very great delight of us all.
When we are alone, and R. has ordered a half-bottle of champagne, he talks about the birth of this inspired work, about Mozart’s relationship with his future wife: “It was like my relationship with Minna Planer, except that in my case it produced no blossoms.”