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Vol. 8, 364c. To Elsa Einstein
[Lucerne,] Thursday. [26 July 1917]
Dear Else,
I’m writing to you nonstop, yet you wail about neglect! The post is simply op-
erating irregularly. Zangger has made exactly the same diagnosis as Rosenheim, so
don’t grumble
(duodenum).[1]
Tarasp would only come into consideration after a
full recovery of the stomach, for
fortification.[2]
It is quite certain that I’ll not be
going there; so never fear. When I come across the border again, e.g., end of Au-
gust, let’s meet in
Ensingen.[3]
You must enjoy yourself once too. Don’t worry con-
stantly about the future! A bird in hand is worth two in the bush! Don’t send letters.
They were returned because the censors don’t conduct such voluminous
checks.[4]
Bloch[5]
is deluding himself in vain about the institute. I do not intend to engage
anyone and, frankly speaking, also don’t want to have him. I did know who was
there at the meeting at the time, but forgot
again.[6]
I don’t want Moszkowski to
drag me before the public as a private person (a novel!); he can satisfy his muse on
whatever else he wishes, of
course.[7]
That I’m not as attached to you as you to me
is slander! At the end of August I’ll be with you again, even if it means going hun-
gry. Miza is still bedridden but supposedly looks quite all right, and it is believed
that she will learn how to walk again if she makes an
effort.[8]
Tete is very comical,
red cheeked, and looks robust. But the glandular infection has been established ob-
jectively by X ray. The doctor is sure that his health will be fully restored. The fever
is gone, although his temperature is not quite as steady as for a healthy child. He is
staying in Arosa for the time being with my
consent.[9]
Health goes before money.
But later he should go to Mrs. Stahel’s, which would still cost 7
francs.[10]
I’ve be-
come convinced that this isn’t too much, at today’s prices.
Kiss from your
Albert.
Vol. 8, 364d. To Elsa Einstein
Lucerne, Saturday. Morning [28 July
1917][1]
Dear Else,
I’m spending my days pleasantly but adhering to the strictest medical
regimen.[2]
Nobody comes to disturb the idyll. Uncle Jakob is also here, but he nev-
er comes up here to us because it’s too far for
him.[3]
I recline almost all day long
and study. Today Albert is going away with
Pauli[4]
until Sunday to climb a moun-
tain.[5]
Mama is cleaning vegetables right now, Maja is doing the shopping, Pauli
is at the
office,[6]
Albert is getting potatoes, and I am lying under the great linden