Sunday, October 15:
Letter from my mother; also from R. Pohl, who is making difficulties. The dying gnats and flies arouse R.’s pity; he cannot remember any poet’s having written about this, usually they talk only of fading flowers.
Walked a lot with the children. Fidi splendid, gives me much joy. An Englishman, Mr. Sweet, offers his services for the Bayreuth venture. R. works, but is very agitated, since he has so much to do, correcting.