Saturday, May 27:
Wet weather; for me camphor and pepper for the winter things. R. writes his foreword, which he calls “a box on the ears for Gutzkow.” I say G. is not worthy to come before the collected works. “And he won’t come there; this is a leaflet for the publisher.”
At midday arrival of our nephew Fritz Brockhaus, who pleases us very much with his intelligence and his kind heart. Prof. Nietzsche does not come; the events in Paris have upset him too much.