Saturday, September 3:
A dull day, rain, gray skies; R. has a backache. He works on his article and also on his score. All day long, he tells me, the sounds of the mourning music, Herzeleide, which accompanies Parsifal on his second entrance into the Temple, have been going through his mind.
We play whist in the evening. R. went for a walk in the palace gardens by himself and then visits our neighbor Frau v. Scholer, in whose house we meet. In the evening the conversation turns to costumes, and R. says, “What makes the Greeks so noble is their simplicity, suddenly, amid all this Assyrian and Persian luxury, the divine simplicity of their costumes and their buildings!”