R. had a dreadful night, and an abscess is forming upon the tooth. He is obliged to cancel the rehearsal, which Niemann, Fricke, and Richter must now conduct in his stead. — Herr Feustel sends the accompanying report,1 an admonition! Memento mori — and that things divine do not make gods of men. I bring Herr F.[1] a letter from Councillor D.,[2] requesting proposals concerning a postponement.
1 Fragment of a letter, containing, among other things: “Current ticket count: 702 for the first performance, 642 for the second, and 570 for the third.”
[1] Herr Feustel.
[2] Councillor Düfflipp.
Revised English translation by Jo Cousins [© Jo Cousins | WAGNER Salon]
