Wednesday, January 12:
No dictation today! R. is thinking of business matters; he is deeply annoyed at being referred to the Reichstag, when he had appealed to the Emperor’s grace.
After lunch we come to the subject of Tannhäuser — how the fate of this work is linked with an unbroken series of experiences of the most wretched kind.
[In the margin: “I am very shocked to learn that Pusinelli was never paid (about 5,000 thalers), and here I solemnly say to my son Siegfried that it is his duty, should he ever be in possession of a fairly large amount of capital, to pay off this debt to Dr. Pusinelli’s heirs.”]
Despondent mood in the evening.