Monday, October 2:
R. exclaims to me: “What a happy couple we are! When it is so stormy outside, I am reminded that our storms are past. But the fact that you love me does not make it the best of worlds; if you didn’t love me, it would simply cease to exist for me.” Letter from Claire.
R. works so long that we do not eat until after two o’clock. R. overwhelmingly good and kind; he says to me, “You are the fulfillment of everything life never even promised me!”
I drive to town, purchases for Wilhelm. I bring back a nice letter from Herwegh, who, however, is still stuck fast in the Liberal mold. In the evening R. reads me passages from the Edda. Moltke at the head of the Protestant Association!