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[Anonymous No.19315467]

>During the night I noticed that R. was no longer lying beside me, I got up to look for him and found him sitting in his workroom, reading the Dues de Bourgogne; he told me he had congestions. In the morning he told me the dream which had woken him up: more and more people were forcing their way into his house, among them Klindworth, and finally Nietzsche, who said a lot of malicious things to him and poured scorn on the melody of the “Pilgrims’ Chorus” in Tannhauser, that is to say, sang a lampoon on it. R. said to him, “I suppose you treat me like this because I am unarmed?” — I inquired through a window what was the matter, and in order not to alarm me, he told me that Nietzsche was reading his new poem to him; then the uneasy magnitude of his distress woke him up.