Friday, June 30:
Letter from Judith, describing the horrible state of things in Paris. A dreadful, unprincipled nation. I write to Claire and to Judith, and also go through Herr Hartmann’s new play; it reveals much talent, but I find it unpleasant, and he himself seems rather tactless.
Sultry heat, but a good letter from the machinist Brandt; all our worries were unfounded.