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vent her spleen about the ministry issue as
well[4]
—that would be a commendable
outcome. Your wife’s letters are masterpieces, by the way—no flattery intended.
Cordial greetings to both of you, yours,
Einstein.
[1]In the first two sentences the formal third-person is corrected to the familiar second-person sin-
gular.
139. To Zurich Physics Colloquium
[Berlin,] 16 October 1919
Dear Colloquium,
I thank you for the poetic
congratulations[1]
and awkwardly send back my own
as follows:
Light and heat Mrs. Sun us tenders
Yet loves not he who broods and ponders.
So she contrives many a
year[2]
How she may hide her secret dear!
Now came the lunar visitor kind;
For joy, she almost forgot to shine.
Her deepest secret too she lost—[3]
Eddington, you know, has snapped a shot.
So you friends of the colloquium party
When a weak hour strikes you, hark ye![4]
What she, our Sun, cannot
vanquish[5]
How could mere mortal man accomplish?
—————
With best regards, yours,
A. Einstein.
[2]Draft version: “She would not show the child of man.”
[3]Draft version: “Forgot to guard her deep secret too.”
[4]Draft version: “You friends 〈thus of〉 of the wise colloquium / Oh, but take warning example
from.”
[5]Draft version: “What the radiant Sun.”
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