1 1 8 D O C . 1 3 9 O C T O B E R 1 9 1 9 vent her spleen about the ministry issue as well[4] —that would be a commendable outcome. Your wife’s letters are masterpieces, by the way—no flattery intended. Cordial greetings to both of you, yours, Einstein. [1]In the first two sentences the formal third-person is corrected to the familiar second-person sin- gular. 139. To Zurich Physics Colloquium [Berlin,] 16 October 1919 Dear Colloquium, I thank you for the poetic congratulations[1] and awkwardly send back my own as follows: Light and heat Mrs. Sun us tenders Yet loves not he who broods and ponders. So she contrives many a year[2] How she may hide her secret dear! Now came the lunar visitor kind For joy, she almost forgot to shine. Her deepest secret too she lost—[3] Eddington, you know, has snapped a shot. So you friends of the colloquium party When a weak hour strikes you, hark ye![4] What she, our Sun, cannot vanquish[5] How could mere mortal man accomplish? ————— With best regards, yours, A. Einstein. [2]Draft version: “She would not show the child of man.” [3]Draft version: “Forgot to guard her deep secret too.” [4]Draft version: “You friends 〈thus of〉 of the wise colloquium / Oh, but take warning example from.” [5]Draft version: “What the radiant Sun.”
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