Monday, September 4:
R. slept well. Our Siegfried leaves at 1 o’clock. At lunch we have our friends the Grosses; Adolf crowned indeed with fame, since his activities during the festival were quite beyond compare. R.’s telegram seems to have had some effect. — R.’s word of thanks is in the newspapers.
We drive to Bürgerreuth via Eremitage; R. talks about his reading of Hume, is pleased that the writer has so many positive things to say about the Maid of Orleans, whereas Shakespeare only showed the witch in her. Again and again one is astonished by the French character, desecrating their national heroine through Voltaire!
We receive the thoroughly satisfactory accounts of the festival performances. (Enclosed in the Diaries; see notes.)