Today we had our local friends (the Feustels, the Großens, the mayor) to dinner. R. drinks a toast to them, saying that they alone had brought him good experiences this year; that he had found these friends was, to him, a guarantee of success. Friend Feustel replies nicely. —
We also learn that in those newspapers where the demand of Scaria had been discussed so falsely, it was said that with such an ignoble way of proceeding on the part of the administrative council, artists could not possibly engage with it—Mrs. Materna, for example. —
In the evening, read the first act of “Romeo and Juliet,” merely to free oneself from all the burden of what is repellent! A heavenly impression.