2 0 6 D O C U M E N T 2 5 7 J U L Y 1 9 2 2 in the enclosed letter to the president of the Boston Club and ask you please, if you approve of this proposal, to sign the letter and return it to me for co-signing and forwarding to America. With amicable regards to your est[eemed] wife, I remain, in hope of perhaps being able to see you again in the fall, yours very sincerely, Ch. Weizmann I hear that you are soon embarking on a voyage.[4] Please do write me a line before you leave and wish us luck for the next meeting of the League of Nations here on the 17th/in due time [cum tempore],[5] when the mandate for Palestine is supposed to be ratified.[6] I wish you much luck in your travels. Most cordially, Ch. W[7] 257. To Hermann Anschütz-Kaempfe [Berlin,] 1 July 1922 Dear Mr. Anschütz, I am arriving in Kiel on Wednesday evening (5th July) with my wife and am very much looking forward to being able to spend a few days with you. My wife is also royally pleased that for once this wish of hers is being fulfilled. Then I can be pres- ent for the hearing on Thursday (as the bogeyman)[1] and also discuss the other problems with you. I misunderstood you about the conduction.[2] You don’t want the rubber shell to be made conductive by impregnating the carbon through and through, of course, but only superficially. You will connect this surface layer with a conductor that permeates the rubber layer and then, in isolation, the aluminum sphere. Now I also think that a purely polarizing current in carbon is the kind of electrode that suffers the least modifications. The connection of the carbon layer to the conductor is the only thing that I don’t yet clearly see before me, but I can imag- ine solutions to this problem do exist. Rathenau’s assassination deeply shocked me and generally caused a great stir. It is unfortunately doubtful[3] whether the Reich government will succeed in gaining mastery over all opposing elements. The army seems to be particularly unreliable. The old traditions of contempt for morality—fabricated for purposes of foreign policy—are now taking their toll inside the country. Yesterday I saw a play by Toller this magnificent person is still sitting in a Bavarian jail.[4] Another sad sign of the times. He is forcibly prevented even from working intellectually. (Oh, nation of poets and thinkers, what has become of you!)[5] Cordial greetings to you and your wife, yours, A. Einstein.