Saturday, July 29:
I begin translating R.’s articles, alternating between that and lessons with the children. R. works, but he is still not well; I think the climate here does not agree with him. The Wagner Society in Leipzig has also been in touch.
In the afternoon, as I am working at my translation on the terrace, a stranger arrives, and I soon recognize in him R.’s old friend Praeger, whom we welcome heartily, but with whom we do not find very much to talk about.
R. was annoyed today to read that the Bishop of Munich had reprimanded someone with extracts in Latin from the papal bulls: “When I think that a German has to put up with that, I could explode with rage!” Fidi visits Countess Bassenheim.