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For not much longer Vienna XIX, Strassergasse 47
30. 9. 34
Dear Meister Arnold,
I am answering immediately as I am worried lest your Bonaparte play may have gone astray on the journey. But it may still turn up. You think you understand why I have not written to you for so long, but in fact you do not. Perhaps you suspect-and not quite without reason-that I did not want to disturb you any more with my continued objections to your Nietzsche project. But the real reason was different. For being somewhat at a loss what to do in a period of comparative leisure I have written something myself1 and this, contrary to my original intention, took up so much of my time that everything else was neglected. Now, do not start rejoicing, for I wager that you will never get it to read. But let me explain what has happened.
The starting point of my work is familiar to you-it was the same as that of your Bilanz. Faced with the new persecutions, one asks oneself again how the Jews have come to be what they are and why they have attracted this undying hatred. I soon discovered the formula: Moses created the Jews. So I gave my work the title: The Man Moses, a historical novel (with more justification than your Nietzsche novel). The material fits into three sections. The first part is like an interesting novel; the second is laborious and boring; the