“You are my lotus flower,” R. says. “You are the palm tree and I the spruce,” he says to me early in the morning. He is feeling well and is able to work a bit. But unfortunately he has many interruptions.
Today the singer Schlosser has come here from Munich to study Mime with R. This is the man whom R. took from a bakery to play his David. He makes, it seems, an intelligent start, but the task of coaching him proves such a strain on R. that I feel great concern.
Letter from nephew Clemens, the first sign of life from Leipzig for a very long time! — In the evening finish Edward III and then converse with R.