New Year’s Day, 2 p.m. (1919)

Just helped to dispose of a royal spread (the best since Xmas day 1917) – turkey, beef, vegetables, plum duff, whisky, beer, desert, nuts, cigarettes, followed by speeches, toasts and the usual.

9.30 p.m.  Got seat for Friday’s performance – a musical setting of the Taming of the Shrew.  I was accosted by a mean-looking little old lady who turns an honest (?) penny selling tickets at a profit.  After some bargaining we made a deal behind a pillar, and I secured one for 7 marks.  Up I went into a swagger circle where a front seat awaited me.  The building seems to be very fine indeed.  Again I was unable to follow the drift or story of the Opera, Richard Straus’ Rosenkavalier, but the music, staging, singing and acting were all splendid.  The music did not strike me as bizarre.  I am no musical critic, but must say that I thought it magnificent.  Walk back, guided by a friendly youth glad to air his school English; rewarded him with sundry cigarettes.

(Item) Fraternising is strictly forbidden.

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