D O C . 3 9 M A Y 1 9 1 9 3 5
39. To Pauline Einstein et al.
[Berlin, 14 May
1919][1]
My Dears,
We are currently having an official week of mourning in honor of the projected
peace.[2]
But outside, May is in luxuriant flower, heedless of politics and currency
exchange. With this letter I am sending you an article from the Vossische Zeitung
as additional nourishment for Mama’s already fitting motherly pride; but it does
have to reach us through Gumpertz, for the likes of us don’t read such “posh”
newspapers.[3]
Lately I have quite a few talks to give, Friday a paper by Sommer-
feld on his behalf at the Phys. Society and tomorrow I’m stuck with it at the
Academy.[4]
I’ve had to do examinations too, twice already, namely of teacher
candidates;[5]
the other examiners praised my compassionate heart, some not with-
out a touch of irony. I hope the glorious days are doing you good, d[ear] Mother,
so that you are also getting something out of the beautiful
season.[6]
Soon you can
go to my favorite old spot under the tree. I’m very much looking forward to our re-
union and want to be with you all as much as my lectures will allow. In the mean-
time, I’m frantically cramming the lectures in so I can finish my course on
time.[7]
In August let’s travel back to Berlin together, d[ear] Mama. By that time, the food
situation will be better here as well; mine is, by the way, more than satisfactory.
Else is trying to make something of an Uncle Rudolf out of me, she’s spoiling me
that much. The latter is not doing particularly well, though; he’s visibly losing
weight. Old age and the bladder condition are gnawing away at
him.[8]
Recently an acquaintance bothered me about holding another lecture at a club
meeting on—the principle of relativity, after I had promised only a private
session.[9]
Upon renewed urging I wrote him this little
verse:[10]
I’ll keep that privatissimum
Forget the auditorium
Or else I’m like the organ-grinder,
Who can only crank the winder,
Till it’s parroted all around
And even dimwits swallow it down.
Affectionate greetings to all three of you, yours,
Albert.
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