a few, the imperfect German of the poet being preserved:
November 18, 1889, 4:15 P.M.—Giebt es kein Feuer in diese verfluchte Bierstube? Meine Füsse sind so kalt wie Eiszapfen!
April 12, 1890, 5:20 P.M.—Der Kerl is verrückt! (Said of an American who entered with the stars and stripes flying from his hat.)
May 22, 1890, 4:40 P.M.—Sie sind so eselhaft wie ein Schauspieler! (To an assistant Herr Wirt who brought him a Socialist paper in mistake for the London Times.)
Now and then the great man would condescend to play a game of billiards in the hall to the rear, usually with some total stranger. He would point out the stranger to Fräulein Mizzi and she would carry his card. The game would proceed, as a rule, in utter silence. But it was for the Löwenbräu and not for the billiards that Ibsen came to the Luitpold, for the Löwenbräu and
