other fulfillable wish? Write it
to
me
without hesitation
--
but
write
me
much.
Each letter makes
me
very
happy. They
are
the only
human
pleasure
that
gladdens
my
mind.
They
must
substitute for
wifey,
parents, friends and
company,
and
they
can
do it,
too.
Of
course,
it
would be nicer if I could have
you
with
me as
in the
good
old student
days in Zurich.
As
soon as
I become
a
doctor, I'll
put
in
an
advertisement in order to seek
a secure
position. One of these days
we
shall have external luck
as
well. When you'll have
your
fill of
being
at
home,
come
to
me,
you'll always
be
received with
open
arms,
we
will
manage
somehow.
Write
me
pretty
soon
and
right frankly. Hearty
kisses from
your
Albert Johonzel
127.
TO
MILEVA MARIC
Schaffhausen
Thursday [12
December
1901]
My
dear sweetheart!
I received
your
dear
belly-ache letter,
which
you
were so
nice to
write
me
in bed. But I
am
not worried
at
all,
because I
see
from
your
good mood that the problem is not
so
serious. Take
good
care
of
yourself and be cheerful and rejoice in
our
dear
Lieserl,
whom
I
in
absolute
secrecy,
to
be
sure
(so
that Doxerl wouldn't notice
it),
prefer
to
think of
as
Hanserl.
There is
a
lot of
news
in
my
case,
some
good
and
some
not.
First
of all, it should be noted that Kleiner hasn't written
yet.
The
second is that Louis' mother whines
terribly
about
our
emigration
project. She declared that she doesn't mind the
money
(she
must have
almost
as
much
of
it
as
the
two
of
us
together, don't
you
agree?).
Also, he shouldn't
cause
her worries and
excitement, she really has
enough
of those
(her
husband
suddenly
became insane in
August).
I
advised him therefore to give
up
the
plan.
Besides, there
was
the
danger
present that I might fall between
two
stools if I
persisted
with the plan. Imagine in what
an
awful fix
we
would have been then!
I therefore decided to set
up
myself here
as
comfortably
as
possible.
I therefore went to
N[uesch] and told him to
give
me
the
money
for the
meals,
so
that
eventually
I
might
save a
little
money.
He
said,
aflush with
rage,
that he has to think about it. Then he conferred
with his fine little
spouse.
When I returned in the
evening,
he
was
very
snotty and told
me,
with
an
authoritative expression: "You know
our
conditions,
there
is
no reason
to
deviate from them.
You
can
be
quite
satisfied with the treatment
you
are
getting."
To which
I
said:
"Very
well,
as
you
like, I have to
give
in for
the time being.
-
I'll
know how to find
living
conditions that suit
me
better."
(Imagine
what
nerve,
in
my
position!)
He
understood that and softened
up
immediately.
He noticed that I
am
less concerned with saving
money
than with not
wanting
to eat with him and his fine
family, swallowed
his
rage
and told
me as
softly
as
he could: "Would
you
be satisfied if
I arranged for
your
meals
somewhere, in
a
restaurant?" I
immediately
understood why he wanted that
--
so
that it shouldn't be
possible
to
calculate how much he steals from the 4,000 fr.
put
out for
me.
So I
agreed
happily
and took
my
leave,
remarking
that he should make
the
arrangements
as
quickly
as
possible,
I had attained
my
goal,
after
all.
They
are now
foaming
at
their mouths with
rage
against
me,
but I
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