Thursday, October 13:
News from and about Lusch. R. talks about the stars: why did they separate? It is as though God loved to individualize. The weather is very bad. Memories of the Villa d’Angri, the night on the terrace, watching everyone come and go: “One felt like God Almighty,” says R.
R. works, and when the sun appears at about one o’clock I hear him calling in the garden and see him walking with the dogs. After lunch we go for a drive along the Konnersreuth highway; he tells me various things from Der Urmensch, including the author’s statement that there is nothing further to be said about the origin of man, since Prof. Müller has made no further researches! Which amuses us vastly.
Then he rhapsodizes over the beauty of a Nubian pictured in the book and expresses his opinion that the white races do after all stem from the black ones. He works, and in the evening we read in Uhland the story of Starkadr, following that of Egill which R. had read to us on the previous evening, and which delighted us all. In connection with them, R. plays the first bars of the C minor Symphony! We spoke of the sonatas; what R. praises in these final works of Beethoven, especially in the quartets, is that all extraneous matter has now vanished, and only thematic work remains. Of Bach he said recently, “Like the world before the advent of man.”