Sunday, May 15:
In the morning R. thinks of the Ring and is pleased with it, including Das Rheingold. He looks run down, and I fear the quinine he is taking does not agree with him. He reads Gobineau, and, in the afternoon, spends a long time with me in the garden. He takes pleasure in the fresh greenery and the animals, and, when Count Gobineau comes to join us, a great many stories are related, including anecdotes about falcons.
We sit in the garden until nearly 7 o’clock. In the evening R. reads from his biography the passages relating to Bakunin. He shares my pleasure at having written what he has about this personality.