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criticism;
it
does
not
stem
from
a
lack
of
good feeling
toward
you. Only
if
you
had
succeeded
in
relating
the
viscosity
to
the
equation
of
state in
a
neater
manner
could I
have
advised
a
proper
publication.[2]
Looking
eagerly
forward
to
seeing you again
soon,
I remain with
best
regards, yours,
A.
Einstein
Please let
me
know
by
postcard
who will be
appointed
Professor of
Physical
Chemistry
(at
the
University
of Basel).-
You
no
longer
have to
let
me
know
because
I
was
able to
check
it.[3] My high
regard
for the conditions at
the
University
of
Basel has
sunk to
zero.
Shame
on
all
those
who
took
part
in this
shady
business![4]
389. To
Elsa Löwenthal
Prague. Tuesday.
[30
April
1912][1]
My
dear
Elsa,
No
sooner
had
I
left
you
than the
thought
started
to
weigh
on me
that it would be
impossible
to write
to
you
since
you
are so
closely
watched.[2]
How
happy
I
was
then
today
when I
saw
from
your
letter that
you
found
a
way
that
will allow
us
to
stay
in
touch
with
each other.
How
dear of
you
not
to be
too
proud
to
communicate
with
me
in such
a way!
I
can't
even
begin
to tell
you
how fond I have
become of
you
during
these
few
days.
And
I will also
come
to
see you
before
too
long (I
think
at
the end of
this
semester),[3]
if
you
feel this
is
all
right.
It
is
such
a
pity
that
we
don't
live in
the
same
town.
The chances of
my getting a
call to
Berlin
are, unfortunately,
rather
slight,[4]
as
I
must
admit
to
myself
when I
think about
it
clearly.
But
perhaps
there
will
come
a
time
when
you
can
freely
choose
your place
of
residence, and
....
In
your
amiable
way you
are making
fun
of
me,
but
this does not
make
me
like
you even one
iota
less.
I
am
in
seventh
heaven
when I
think of
our
trip
to Wannsee.[5]
What
I
wouldn't
give
to
repeat
it!
Paula's[6]
behavior
displeased
me very
much.
It
is
hard
for
me
to
understand
how
I
could have
taken
a
fancy
to
her.
But it
is
in fact
simple.
She
was young,
a
girl,
and
complaisant.
That
was enough.
The
rest is
the lie
of
an obliging
imagination.
He
who
was never
deceived
by
such
a
lie does
not
know the
meaning
of
bliss. I
must
confess to
you
that
I
suggested
to
my
mother that
she
stay
with
O.[7]
She
is
well off
there
and lives
with tactful
people
who do not
take
advantage
of her.
It
is
dangerous
to
put
oneself
completely
into the hands of
relatives.
In
a
word,
I
am
distrustful of
the whole business.
If
it
were
to
go wrong,
it
would be
a
real
disaster.[8]
When
Mr. O.
dies,
I will
take
care
of
my
mother.[9]
That
I
am
able
to
do.
Of
course,
I
won't let
my
mother
notice
that
I
know
of
the
nasty things
she did. This
would
only
crush
her
with shame.
And
one
does
not
change
for
the better
at
her
age.