[...] Tomorrow I shall stand in front of the Dom, which is one of the world's tallest churches -- there's another taller in France or somewhere, I believe ... then go inside to stare up at the prodigious vaulted ceiling. What on earth did man have
in mind to construct such a building? It has no utility except an esthetic one. It is not a hotel that lodges people. Men died in its conception. That is a fact. Each workman took pride in each block of granite he set. This idea pleases me; a concept our modern day workman has quite lost. Yes, tomorrow I shall look at this church, take a train to Koblentz and ride the ferry down the Rhine past
the old castles that used to guard the river; then on to Munchen. Perhaps I shall even have a glass of wine or so, a whole bottle, get drunk and forget the entire thing; visit Hans, go to concerts, beer halls, etc [...]