Tuesday, December 6:
I tell R. of my pregnancy; he smiles and has no worries in his own behalf; I will willingly bear all the difficulties and face the problematic future without fear. R. says that in the past days he found himself thinking particularly of Egmont’s words about the journey of life, during which one had only to clear away, to resist, to pay heed. (Yesterday a letter from Dr. Herrig about Beethoven, strange and somewhat incomprehensible.) In the evening the correspondence between Voltaire and Frederick. “A king should be just a king, not do other things as well, for the danger of Spandau, etc., playing a part in friendly relationships is too great,” R. says. Much delight in both men in the letters, but particularly in the manner of the King. (Orleans has been taken.)