Letter from Herr Hoffmann, who wants very much to talk to R.; we decide to invite him and his wife in the evening. R. is at first very agitated, but then calms down, it is agreed to have the maquettes sent back here from Coburg. —
The advertised Poets’ Congress with all its clauses alarms one in its brazen stupidity. [A newspaper clipping on the conference attached;] Cold, occupied with winter clothing.