DOC.
FOR
VOL.
1
JULY
1901
3
Vol.
1,
116. From
Mileva
Maric[1]
[Zurich,
after
7 July
1901][2]
My Darling,
Again
I
was
unable to
reply
for
an
eternity
to
your
dear
little
letter.[3] I
did
want to write
you immediately,
but
you
know
how
much
I
am
suffering
now
and
this
afternoon
I
had
such
a severe
headache
that
I had to
lie
down.
I’ve
already
become
an
utter whiner
of
a
little
mother.[4]
But
now
I’m
feeling very
well
again.-
So
Drude
also has let
something
be heard
of
him,
he
really
is
a
splendid
fellow.[5]
How
the
gentlemen
do
pay
court to
one
another;
I
mean,
the
way
he
speaks
about
Boltzmann,
that
he believed he
must
have done it
right. Naturally,
a
Boltzmann![6]
So,
sweetheart, you
want to
look for
a
job immediately?[7]
and have
me move
in with
you!
How
happy
I
was
when
I
read
your
little
letter,
and how
happy
I
still
am
and
always
will be,
as
well.
And I’d
give
my
head if
my happiness
wasn’t
contagious
to
you
as
well,
sweetheart!
But
of
course
it
really
mustn’t
involve
the
worst of
positions, darling,
that
would be
too
hard
for
me,
I
couldn’t
stand
it.
Our
various elders
are going
to be
amazed,
now.
Incidentally, my
sister wrote
me
that
I
really
should invite
you
to
visit
us
during
the
holidays; my
old folks
are
probably
in
a
better
mood
now.[8]
Wouldn’t
you
like to
come
along
just
for
a
while?
I
would be
pleased!
And
imagine
the
wonderful
trip we’d
be
taking
there
together!
We
would
get
off
every
so
often and
go on
foot
a
bit
or
make brief
stops.
And
then
at
our
place
everything
would be
new
to
you.
And when
my
parents
see us
both
physically
before
them,
all
their doubts
will
evaporate.
Did
you
have
a
nice time in
Lenzberg?[9]
On
Sunday
there
was
such
a
terrible
thunderstorm,
I
was
constantly afraid
you might
still be
en
route.
But
I
hope you
were
already safely
under
cover,
sweetheart.
I
did still want
to
give
you cherries,
you
know,
but
you
wouldn’t have been able
to
carry
them
to
L[enzburg] anyway.
Now
they’re waiting
for
you, nicely
locked
away.- I
am
being very industrious,
I
still have to study Weber[10] astutely
now;
and
inbetween I’m
constantly
looking
forward
to
Sunday
when
I
can see
you again
and
kiss
you, really
and
truly,
not
just
in
my
thoughts,[11]
and
deeply, as
it
comes
from
my
heart, and
everywhere
all
over.-
What
are
you up to,
sweetheart?
Is
the weather
there
as
dreadful
as
it
is
here? When
you
come on
Sunday,
do also
bring your
little
fiddle
along,[12]
and
in
any case,
just
write when
you’re coming
so
that
I
can
expect
you.