Ah, the lovely pillow! Too dainty, though!
Tired and heavy as often is my head, I should never dare to lay it on it, not even in sickness; — at most, in death! Then I may couch my head for once as easily as if I had a right to! Then you shall spread the pillow under me. — There you have my testament!
R. W.
Source: Richard Wagner to Mathilde Wesendonck, trans. William Ashton Ellis (Charles Scribner's Sons, 1905), No. 54