Friday, April 22:
R. dreams that a pope looking like the composer Bruckner visits him, brought along by my father, somewhat like the Emperor of Brazil. When R. goes to kiss his hand, His Holiness kisses his and then takes with him a bottle of cognac.
Lunch with friend Feustel, who in the Voltz-Batz affair is extraordinarily... R. has begun his introduction to Count Gobineau’s work. We go for a walk in the palace gardens, stiff brooms. Departure of our neighbors the Staffs. Conversation about them. In the evening friend Wolzogen, much conversation on the subject of race.