Friday, September 22:
Countess Krockow asks for ten certificates of patronage; I refer her to Baron Loen, whom we find rather curious, however, since he writes to nobody, does not reply to R.’s letters, etc. Are we again to come to grief through Weimar? R. very angry about it; I try to calm him and succeed, and he says that, if he is not interrupted, he hopes to be finished in time for our visit to Bayreuth.
Looking at Fidi, he says, “I have a job for Fidi, I intend to wait until he can sing the bird voices: Voice of a Bird, Herr Fidi Wagner.” R. always enjoys hearing his little voice in the morning.
In the afternoon comes a letter from Baron Loen, which sounds very propitious and describes things as progressing nicely. At lunch conversation about the ancient Greek world, now vanished. In the afternoon a drive with Clemens.
In the evening Clemens reads us some things by Jeremias Gotthelf, though without giving us much pleasure; after that, however, the preface to his work on Prudentius, a poem by this author, and finally a Persian poem about a dead dog, translated by Goethe.