Sunday, September 10:
R. had a good night’s rest. Since the children have gone on an outing to Berneck with our neighbors, R. and I are quite alone, as in the earliest years, or perhaps one day in later years, happy and lively and at peace. R. receives a letter from Fidi, I tell R. my worries, and since he can never bear to see suffering without doing something about it, he writes to friend Glasenapp, asking him to move here with his whole family in order to take over Siegfried’s education.
The question of the W. Society, brought up again by Wolz and Schön, is distasteful to him, he wants the utmost simplicity. In the evening, after the children have returned home, we go through the various relationships we have had with people. “Alas,” R. exclaims, “we are as full of experiences as a dog is of fleas!” (We had spent the afternoon together in the garden, taking much delight in the animals.)