I drank some tea at midnight. And, reaching home, found a telegram from Harrison of the Haymarket, saying that Lewis Waller wanted a play, and might he see "The Chancellor"? The tea and the telegram prevented me from sleeping. God knows why.
This afternoon, Lamoreux concert to hear, chiefly, Richard Strauss's "Life of a Hero". It came at the end of an exhausting programme, but I was much impressed by its beauty. I heard it under difficulties for the audience became restive, talked and protested. One old man insisted on going out. There is a rule about not entering or leaving during a piece, but this old man cried so loud and shook the doors so that the pompiers were obliged to let him through. Applause and hisses at the end from a full audience. One more exhibition of the betise of an audience when confronted by something fresh, extravagant and powerful. It would be absurd to condemn this or any other particular audience, for all audiences are alike. The sarcastic and bitter opposition must be taken as a tribute to the power of the art. Was not "Tannhauser" simply laughed off the stage at the first performance? I liked the piece better than I thought I should - a great deal. The first thing of Richard Strauss that I have heard.
I am rather solitary at the moment which is good for work but not for my nerves. I could do with a little more society, especially female society. Time spent with a 'sympathetic' woman would do me a lot of good. 12,500 words written this week.
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