Monday, September 4:
A picture of the casino in Wiesbaden horrifies R.; women and men are both horrible: “And then one is supposed to think about the art of the future!”
Toward noon R. calls me and plays me his “inspiration,” Bruennhilde’s reception by the vassals; her appearance will be characterized by the motive we heard when she becomes frightened of Siegfried, “when the other thing overcomes her,” as R. says.
Great heat; I drive into town to make purchases for Loulou’s birthday. R. brings me a letter from my mother, the first for several months; she complains of great weakness in the brain, but is thrilled by developments in France: the republic is assured, she says! In the evening Carlyle.