Thursday, September 28:
Today I learn the reason for R.’s nervous absorption: the passage in which Bruennhilde tells Siegfried how the sword had hung sweetly between them was going through his mind, and today he established it to his satisfaction. “The important thing was concision, and that there should be no modulation.” The trumpet had pleased him.
He says to me: “If you only knew all the things I say to you when you are not there! You are my good world; with you and the children I have everything, I want only to preserve it and to be boundlessly rich, so as to be able to take care of the children.”
Surprised by a letter from my father in Rome! R. can never remember Saint Cosmas; now my father writes to congratulate me, and he says, “It is Catholic, you see, that divides us.” Which makes us laugh. Family lunch rather disorderly, since Hermine is still absent. Glorious moonlit evening, such as we have experienced only at Tribschen.