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because he was earning too little, but I know nothing about his
rather believe that it is due to the enormous obstacles and work he is encountering
along the path he has embarked upon to elaborate the general theory of relativity.
It is my firm conviction that it is a wrong path; but he believes firmly in it and only
God knows the
Weyl is a great fellow and is bound to find his way. One
should definitely keep him in Zurich. At the end of the month I am coming to Zu-
rich again to deliver the second part of the lectures on
I’m very much
looking forward to seeing you all, and my boys. Sadly, I have my sick mother in
Lucerne, who is suffering from advanced abdominal
I shall have to stay
there as long as possible. I have made a small step forward in rel. theory, but am not
sure whether I have hit the right
Nature rarely surrenders one of her mag-
nificent secrets! Here the political wave has subsided. There’s no energy left for
grand emotions; rather, one is more or less passive. The populace perceives the end
of the war as a liberation, the reappearance of vegetables as a relief. Among entre-
preneurs, [there is] a lack of initiative owing to insecurity about the future; among
the masses, a weak sense of self-esteem combined with a disinclination to work.
The Bolshevist wave seems to be somewhat neutralized by the peace
one is easily mistaken and must humbly wait to see what comes. In any case, I am
not pessimistic but rather foresee, if not a splendid future, then a tolerable one
ahead. Truly free conditions cannot evolve here, where the people know only sub-
Luring Planck away from here is totally
He is rooted to his na-
tive land with every fiber, like no one else; he’s no uprooted plant as the likes of us.
I lack any sentiment of the sort; all I know is a sense of duty toward people as a
whole and an attachment to those who have become personally intimate with me.
In any event, people here appeal to me better in misfortune than in fortune and plen-
ty, just as this landscape is unbearable in the blinding sun.
I look forward to seeing you! Yours,
53. From Heinrich Zangger
[after 1 June 1919]
[Not selected for translation.]