In the afternoon visit from Professor Nietzsche, who tells me it is quite incredible what lies are circulating in the world about R.

R embraces me in love and cries out to me, "You eternal 'Prize Song' of my life!"

He plays to me Parsifal's arrival, noble and melancholy; "This is only approximate, these are just more or less ink blots," he observes.

Sleepless night of musing.

Very foolish letter from Herr Barth. Grün in Pest, who begs R to venture into other branches of art, to write a Louis XVI symphony, etc.

❤❤❤ RT @camwithguitar a snippet of my arrangement of Wagner's Siegfried Idyll for guitar duo goo.gl/tF6AoX

Still concerned about R, who is looking wretched.

R is holding individual rehearsals and returns home more discontented each time.

I make the acquaintance of Herr Brahms, who plays a piano quartet of his own making, a red, crude-looking man, his opus very dry and stilted

Yesterday evening R played to me from Tristan, melting my whole soul.

R saying both his fathers-in-law were musicians, one of them an army bugler, the other Liszt.

At seven in the morning R wishes me a good morning and says he has already been thinking a lot about Socrates.

In the evening discussed the furnishing of our house in Bayreuth with R.

We visited the Vatican again; entering the Sistine Chapel he said, "This is like my theater, one feels it is no place for jokes."

R told me about his method of working, and observed that only in old age could one love and work at the same time!

In the afternoon some concern that R cannot be persuaded to curb his inclinations.

Once again discussed with R the question of the children's religion, I am above all for keeping their gaiety unclouded.

R remembers how once, when he complained , my father took up the Nibelungen and said, "He complains of abdominal troubles and writes this."

A new picture from Berlin very unpleasing - makes him look like Mendelssohn and Meyerbeer!

R had a very bad night, I am sure because he again drank some beer yesterday while working….