Monday, October 31:
Packing and clearing up. Soon, R. observes, I shall be able to sing, 'All flies delight,' whereas here it is 'All delight flies.' I am very tired from all the things which have to be considered and arranged, and when we are talking together, and R. replies to a tender word from me - 'without each other we are no longer conceivable' - with absent-minded indifference, my great weariness breaks out in ill-humor, and I sink into a deep sleep.
When I awake, R. says nothing, but he is weeping; I see the sheet of paper, which he goes to tear up after we have embraced, but I rescue it and, having rescued it, tell him what happened; then back to work. Friend Wolz. came in the evening; talk about the comparison between Wallenstein and Bismarck printed in the Tagblatt, and R. expresses his admiration for Gustavus Adolphus, admitting that there is some truth in the way the German princes, out of a kind of patriotism, behaved so badly toward the great King. Today R. was struck by how pretty Eva is.