Thursday, March 24:
Still snow. Lunch with the children after work. Letter from R. Pohl, which gives me some hope for the goblet. I write to Brussels, to Dr. Pohl, and to Porges. In the evening read Gottfried’s Tristan, with indignation (because of Brangäne!). The conductor Hagen sends a telegram, offering his services as conductor for Die Walküre.