Friday, March 18:
I begin the folder with great difficulty. R. works. Letter from Councilor Düfflipp, saying it is not true that he wrote to Hans about the divorce; God knows who is telling lies. Teaching the children as usual. R. is reading about the death of Alexander and would like to write a play about it, “if only I were not a musician! This wretched note-writing—into what category of uneducated people has it pitched me?”