Thursday, July 14:
Rain. I feel somewhat better and get up. R. says to me that it is wrong of us to seek diversions such as other people have need of, we could never make a success of an outing of this sort; in place of it we have our own happiness. He says he would like to live like this for twenty years without moving a step, just with me and the children.
When I yesterday childishly asked him whether he loved me, he replied, “I should like to know what else I do but love you.”
We read more of Dichterleben, and I write my entry for yesterday in my book. In the evening the weather clears up and we are able to climb the Esel. Telegram from Richter reporting the presence in Lucerne of Karl Klindworth. (Richter had walked ahead in the morning with the student.)