2 0 0 D O C U M E N T 1 8 4 J A N U A R Y 1 9 2 6 Dolly also wrote me that you spoke of Albert, and said: “If that’s what he abso- lutely wants, we just have to let him do it.”[4] That is, of course, the ultimate wisdom, against which one cannot do much. However, I ask you to please not say that to Albert. We can actually believe that but, for the time being, we don’t want to abandon the cause. I had a long talk not long ago with the father of Miss K. and made clear to him, whom I know well from earlier years, that this union is not the right one for his daughter either.[5] He is also very worried about the large age difference.[6] Also, the explanation of material circumstances causes him great concerns. I placed great stress on the fact that Albert will receive no support from home during the first years, because we think it right that a young man should rea- sonably learn to manage with what he earns, which also happens to be true. And he himself agreed, because he also intends, as long as he lives, to give them nothing & later not much, etc. He promised me in no way to support the matter, and it seems to me that the contact is now somewhat more limited, and I am sending A. quite a lot to be among people, I see that he is also happy with others, and am not giving up hope because it would be fortunate for him if he changed his mind however, I ask you not to spoil, with partial compromises, what has thus far been laboriously gained. For today, best wishes! Your Mileva 184. To Eduard Einstein [Berlin,] 28 January 1926 Dear Tete, Your note gave me great pleasure.[1] Everything is so fresh and youthful as it pleases an old chap, particularly when he is, to boot, the father. That you, rascal, so despise the Haydn sonatas is, of course, not right.[2] The second one, for example, has great intimacy. At your age, I was enchanted by it. However, you must play it with a refined person and preferably on a spinet instead of a piano. Have a look at Scarlatti. He wrote remarkably delicate and gossamer things for the piano.[3] Music ultimately exists for the soul and not for the intellect. I was just recently talking with a fine musician, who also has little regard for intellectual cleverness in music. In life as well, character and feeling are worth more than a refined mind—even in science. I very much like what you write about Schopenhauer.[4] I too find that, in his work, the magnificent style is worth far more than the actual content. Insults can