Wednesday, November 2:
In Munich around 8 o'clock. Herr Levi awaits us with breakfast. Severe cold; the enormous station means a long walk for R., during which his chest spasms recur. Departure around 9 o'clock. R. reads with interest an article about Schiller and Sicily ('Diver,' 'Hostage,' Braut von Messina) and gives it to me to read.
We are soon in the mountains, snow scenes. R. tells me it always reminds him here of Parricida. He also thinks of Tannhäuser and, when it grows lighter, tells me of his first impression in Boulogne, when he saw in a French newspaper a quotation in German, 'Er fängt an' instead of 'fängt an' [begins]. We look at patterns for the Tars. costumes.
When Fidi whistles the waltz from Der Freischütz, R. says it sounds like 'And though a cloud may now obscure it.' I observe that it was Weber's large hands which gave him his love for the ninth. 'Yes,' says R., 'he played octaves wrong.'
R. reads Kant's Theory of the Heavens and finds it curious, alien, its expressions intricate. In Bolzano friend Jouk., who accompanies us as far as Verona, discussed costumes and many other things.