Friday, May 14:
R. tells me of his dream: in it he saw his uncle Adolph, was surprised that he looked so young, then with him listened to a Mozart symphony, and his sister Luise stupidly exclaimed, “Ah, the name Mozart is hovering over us!” but then he was weeping with me.
R. somewhat depressed at lunch, but over coffee he becomes very cheerful again. He relates various things from Schopenhauer regarding time, the reflected image of which lies in ourselves; in the same way that one can discern a moving object only by reference to a stationary one, so within ourselves we carry the reflected image of time.
A walk in the garden with R. and the children; he takes great delight in the hills with their vineyards. Surprised by rain, we flee into the cave amid much laughter.
In the evening R. reads to us a very tiresome speech by Bismarck and what seems to us an unsatisfactory reply by Windthorst.