Tuesday, January 6:
A good night, but the erysipelas reappearing, and in Eva the acute rheumatism! So once again confined to our rooms; in the evening I read aloud passages from Chancellor Müller’s Goethe, which I started on the journey and which I recommended strongly to R.; he also takes pleasure in it, and we are particularly delighted by the remark about the worthlessness of other people’s ideas.