Wednesday, November 15:
My banker still silent; great concern. Joy in Fidi: during his sleepless night R. considered Fidi's future career and is increasingly taken with surgery, "in which compassion will harden him against weakness." R. is unwell and cannot work.
Thought a lot about our house in Bayreuth. A newspaper report that the Schiller celebrations in Berlin had been marred by bad jokes makes R. exclaim, "Never will I go to Berlin or any other city; nowhere is there even a morsel of soil for my seeds--must create an alternative, which will then attract the rays." Toward evening he calls to me, "Are you now on your way here?" Three years ago I left Munich. God forgive me the evil I have done and bless the good I wished to do!
R. shows me how Freytag in his book writes adelich instead of adelig, thus seeing no difference between the suffixes -lich and -ig. R. says, "Wait till I have my Bayreuther Blatter."