Monday, April 24:
Today at breakfast R. says jokingly, but seriously, “Truly, if there were no pope, there would be no Christianity left at all, not even sects” - to such an extent its spirit fled from the world. I visit some churches with S. while R. is reading Homer. (The report in the Bayreuther Blätter about vivisection in the Reichstag has once more aroused his greatest indignation.)
The weather is not very favorable; we decided to stay at home, just going out in the evening to the Teatro Rossini, where once more there is a great deal of garrulity, but very good and natural acting, and a farce at the end amuses R. greatly. R. tells us of Darwin’s death.