Saturday, September 23:
In the margin: “Arrival of Fritz, R. suffering from a severe headache.” I had a very bad night; Fidi was restless. R.’s publisher is printing 500 extra copies of the edition, which pleases R.
The Albumblatt fuer Fuerstin M. has now appeared. R. says he had always believed it was by someone else, had inquired whether it was not perhaps by Schubert, since it had seemed so familiar, but nobody had known anything about it and so he had taken it to be original.
I tell him I should like to hear the sonata which Frau Wesendonck had. “It is nothing much,” he says, “for I wrote it for her, and always, when I sit down to do something, it turns out miserably, like that piece for Countess Pourtales, too. The Albumblatt fuer Fuerstin M. was something I had in my folio.”