Tuesday, August 1:
Memories of the beggar girl dominate R.’s thoughts today. He talks about her at lunch with Malwida and Stein and exclaims, “It is immoral of us to give thought to beauty in a world in which such things confront us.” At 4 o’clock we go to the performance. It turns out only moderately well; the transformation scenery goes wrong because of a draft, the chorus wavers at the end, and several other things of that sort. Before the performance R. wept, and at the conclusion he cries out, “I am tired.” Rain.