Tuesday, March 21:
R. reads me the work he has begun; it is wonderfully fine, and it seems to me to matter not at all whether it makes an impression in Berlin, the main thing is that it should be said.
If Bayreuth is refused us, we shall think of Strassburg; and we have just read in the Illustrirte Zeitung that Herr Cerf, the name says everything, has received permission from the German Emperor to build a theater in Strassburg.
Peters sent the 1,500 francs. Otherwise nothing but work and play with the children; R. declares that physically I am not up to it, but I think I can manage it, and it is what I wish.
Going through Robinson Crusoe for the second time, now with Boni.
In the evening we read Raimund's Der Bauer als Millionar, one of the earliest impressions in R.'s youth. We enjoy it very much.