Days of silence. This night a letter arrived by express; I believed it to be news from Paris—it was but the notification from Philadelphia that R.’s conditions are accepted. — I write to the children. I now write once more to Paris, in order to learn something! …
R. orchestrates and holds rehearsals. He is somewhat indisposed, yet soon recovers, and passes the evening in solitude with me; the Gospel of St. John, the “German Theology”—I read it aloud to him. “Death is the deed, and the deed is death.”
Revised English translation by Jo Cousins [© Jo Cousins | WAGNER Salon]