Had a glorious week. Every evening we all went fishing, for Páp, who formerly inveighed against its cruelty, has turned out a passionate lover of the sport. Each time we went out we saw seals on our way homewards which lifted first their snouts and then their flat, steel-like heads out of the water and continued to gaze at us with indignation mixed with curiosity. They followed us in for a great distance, evidently attracted by the musical row we made. They are weird yet stately animals in the water.
Have at length finished ‘Der junge Beethoven’. I found it wonderfully interesting, giving an insight into the seemingly true atmosphere of the master’s life. It combines the attractions of a novel and a historical biography. Now indeed I will appreciate Beethoven’s music far more, because to know a composer’s life-story must assuredly increase for us the personality of his music. Enough highfallutin’! I am getting fed up of this infernal diary.
