“The decorations and fittings of these rooms... were luxurious with heavy silk and rich rococo furniture, all of which were much worn with age. As a matter of fact, I was delighted by these large strange rooms, looking out upon the bustling Leipzig market-place... There was only one portion of the decorations of the rooms that I thoroughly disliked, and this consisted of the various portraits, but particularly those of high-born dames in hooped petticoats, with youthful faces and white (powdered) hair. These appeared to me exactly like ghosts, who, when I was alone in the room, seemed to come back to life, and filled me with the most abject fear. To sleep alone in this distant chamber, in that old-fashioned bed of state, beneath those unearthly pictures, was a constant terror to me. It is true I tried to hide my fear from my aunt when she lighted me to bed in the evening with her candle, but never a night passed in which I was not a prey to the most horrible ghostly visions, my dread of which would leave me in a bath of perspiration”.
Richard Wagner: My Life. Volume 1. Dietrich‘sche Verlagsbuchhandlung, Leipzig, 1958, p. 16.