Schöpfleuthner begins with a brief but powerful reference to the premiere: First I should tell you about the great event with which we were honored yesterday -- but I doubt that I am capable of giving you a true impression of an occurrence, which has gripped one's entire soul in such a manner as has never happened before.
After a few lines spent longing for his wife's soup and Austrian beer, Schöpfleuthner offers his impression of Wagner, having met him days before on the street: …Since he noticed that we were preparing to greet him, he stopped us with the words: "Let me be, I am a pour soul," at which he acted like such an amiable old man as I would never have thought possible. He also notes that same warmth of character was present in the great composer during the intermissions of Parsifal the previous night.
Schöpfleuthner continues about the difficulties of being a Parsifal attendee, purposefully noting details that he does not think the Austrian papers will include in their reports: Today's mail I received while I was still in bed, as Parsifal lasts from 4pm until 10:30, thanks to the long intermissions, which one spends outdoors. The performance is followed by a visit to the local tavern, so the evening is not over until 1:30am.
For the first twenty years after its premiere, Parsifal was only performed at Bayreuth: Wagner wanted to ensure that the opera would only be produced in the way he originally envisioned it. He also believed that the work could provide a steady income for his family after his death if audiences had no choice but to visit Bayreuth to see it.