Monday, October 17:
Loulou in bed.
In the music journal Signale there appears a report on Die Meistersinger in Berlin, in which a Herr G. Engel, one of the most insolent of R.’s slanderers, suddenly concedes that R.’s works alone can nowadays fill the theaters, he acknowledges their truly German character, also their noble artistic principles, and hopes that theater people in Germany will stop drawing their sustenance from Paris!
Wretchedly bad weather and nothing of significance; in the evening continued with Don Juan, very reluctantly on my part.