Friday, February 3:
Nothing from outside, and inwardly at peace; R. reaches the end of the score of Siegfried; in a few more days it will be completed.
Fetched Lusch from school. A letter from Marie Muchanoff, who also feels the Beethoven essay to be a revelation. R. laughs at me for spending all my time reading the pamphlets and being delighted with everything in them.
I am worried about Evchen, who is apathetic and not herself toward us.