Monday, September 19:
R. tells me for the second time that he believes Parsifal will please people, saying it is the most remarkable thing he has ever done. He works on the score, reads reports about Thomas More’s Utopia in the newspaper, thinks the book insipid: “Those ancient Greek fellows were much more advanced in their ideas,” he observes.
In the morning he sends Fidi to me to announce that the weather is fine. We go for a walk together in the palace gardens, sitting down twice for a rest.
In the evening Stein reads to us his letter for the B. Blätter, which R. thinks very good. When we are talking in the palace gardens about ways of changing the Blätter, R. says, “Let the ghost do what it likes.”