R. dreamed that he had another son, a little lad one year old with fair, curly hair, and R. was delighted with the way he was flourishing and how he could already look him straight in the eye. “This comes from the jumping,” R. says, for yesterday the children were jumping over the Persian pouffe in the middle of the salon and R. had shown them how to do it, himself jumping higher and better than any of them. —
He is working on the endings of the pieces. I write to Richter telling him to send Dr. Glatz to us at once. R. also decides to make a journey to Leipzig to look for a Sieglinde, since Frau Mallinger says she wishes to have nothing to do with Bayreuth. In the evening read Schopenhauer.