Saturday, July 1:
A fine day; R. at work, I with the children. Then I read Herr Hartmann’s Röschen, which shows much talent but even more clumsiness. Visit from Count B., who tells us about a crime committed by a man in Lucerne against a child. R. says the punishment should be death; a person like that should be crushed like an insect.
R. is unwell in the afternoon and in a rather bad mood, with a lot of little irritations which upset him, since he had a very bad night, and there is thunder in the air, which keeps bursting out.