Thursday, December 1:
Indisposition and worry. — The church is openly inciting war in France, which pleases R., since it makes the issue increasingly clear. — Family lunch. R. unwell, the weather overcast. I correct Schuré’s translation of Die Walküre. In the evening conversation with R. — Late in the evening R. plays the Prelude to Act III of Die Meistersinger, it moves me to tears in the adjoining room. (Today cut off the first lock of Fidi’s hair, since it was falling in his eyes. R. regrets it—“as if he had lost his first innocence.”)