1 3 2 D O C U M E N T 1 2 0 J A N U A R Y 1 9 2 8 Albert and his wife were here for a week.[7] Albert seems happy, but looked rel- atively thin and lackluster. His lung is, according to Zangger, not especially satisfactory.[8] Albert is very infatuated with his wife. Unfortunately, she is not truly pretty, she’s living on the remains of a certain youthfulness. That will last, even if carefully maintained, no longer than two more years. I say nothing about intellectual abilities. What do I care about intellectual abilities? By the way, you could write a letter to Albert now and then. He’s always waiting for it. Best regards from your son, Teddy 120. From Heinrich Zangger [Zurich, before 4 January 1928][1] Dear friend Einstein, Do you have good reports from the Engadin?[2] I’m concerned that Albert has lost so much weight the last report was encour- aging because the doctor found nothing in the lungs after the three weeks, but still.[3] Sadly, we must indeed acknowledge that his wife[4] lacks the attitude that you & I regard as desirable (especially since we are both fastidious & pampered & allow ourselves to be coddled when we’re sick). However, couldn’t you find a less stressful job[5] for him in which he could advance & learn things—that way, in a few years he would probably regain his health undamaged. He has so many good qualities, it isn’t indolence but conscientiousness and loyalty, etc. that bind him— I’d just like you to help him—not to give up on himself or lose himself. Can’t Anschütz use him?[6] Couldn’t you see him someplace, so that you can be convinced of how he looks & so that he can see that you take an interest? Best regards, Zangger
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