DOCS.
475,
476
OCTOBER
1913
355
475.
To
Conrad and Anna Habicht-Kehlstadt
[Zurich,
October-December
1913][1]
Dear
Habichts,
Please
do
take
a
trip
to
us very
soon,
as we
agreed.[2]
You
are
absolutely
free
to
choose
the date
in
accordance
with
what
suits
you
best and
in
accordance
with
the
theater
schedule,[3]
which
you surely
have.
If
you,
Mrs. Habicht, want to
come
alone
some
time,
when
Konrad
is
not
free,[4] you
will also be
very
welcome.
Aside
from
that,
I also
invite
you
to
stay
with
us
if
you happen
to
pass
through
Zurich
during
Christmas
vacation.
See
you
soon!
Warmest
greetings
from
your
Einstein
[
...
][5]
476. To
Elsa
Löwenthal
Zurich, 10
October
[1913][1]
My
dear
Elsa,
Here
I
am
in
Zurich
again,[2]
but
no
longer
the
same man as
before.
I
now
have
someone
of
whom I
can
think
with
unalloyed
pleasure
and for whom I
can
live.
Had
I
not
already
sensed
it, your
letter, which
waited
for
me
here, would have said it
to
me.
We will have
each
other,
which until
now we
missed
so terribly,
and
we
will
give
each
other the
gift
of
equilibrium
and
a
happy
view
on
the
world.
The half
a
year
that
separates
us
will
soon
be
over.[3]
Now,
about the
little
that
I
have
been
doing
since
then.
In Heilbronn-many
people,
friendly
but
strangers
to
me.[4]
The famous
festival
was
bearable, for
a
less
grumpy
person
it would have
been
pleasant. Tuesday
I went to Ulm.
My
uncle Kosmann,
poor
man,
has become
totally
confused due
to
old
age (78 yrs)
and
to
the adventure of
poor
Marie.[5]
He
lives with
Berta,[6]
who has
a
hard
time
putting up
with
him,
on
the
upper
floor of his little
house. Marie's husband
is
a
confidence
man
(who
promises marriage
in
order
to
defraud),
and
is
now doing
time in
jail,[7]
while she
took
up
lodgings
in
a
little
village
near
Ulm.
I
went with Uncle
K.
to
see
her
Wednesday
morning;
she
was visibly
pleased. I
tried
to
cheer her
up
and I resolved
to
support
the
poor,
somewhat
feebleminded
creature
after others
will have
abandoned
her.
Tuesday
evening
we
went
to
see
Klementine[8]
together
with
Uncle
K., who,
to
my
amusement,
was
ashamed
of
his
old
jacket
as
if he
were a young girl;
he
had
forgotten
to dress
up (he
takes
it
more
tragically
than
his
nephew!). My
mother
was
delighted
that
you
seduced
me
into
bringing
her
sweets.[9]
Today,
in
a
pastry
shop,
I
noticed
very clearly
about the artless
woman
that
the
"derniere
illusion"
plays a
far
from
insignificant
role
in
her
life.
My
wife
had
already