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Haifa, Mt. Carmel, House Dr. Moses
2.iii. 36
Dear Father Freud,
I am sorry that it is with my typewriter that I have to express my gratitude and joy in your gift and I have to tell you, too, that so far I have not been able to enjoy these six beautiful coins to the full. Your messenger, that swiftly spoken Berliner, together with his brother, arrived on Saturday afternoon. But on Friday afternoon, owing to the combination of a sudden change in the weather together with an enchanting motor drive, I burst a small vein in my left eye. This is the eye with which I could at any rate decipher parts of a line of reading and which permitted me to write by hand. The new blood clot covers only a minute part of the area of vision, but it is just the most important part, and in addition it has weakened the whole eye to such an extent that for the time being I must use it as little as possible. I also have to rest a good deal-this is excellent for thought and reflection but not exactly conducive to gaiety. I know that compared with your sufferings and your fortitude all this is not worth the fuss that this letter appears to be making. And I am not making a fuss. But it does depress me that my state of health is not more robust and that all the care and rest I have bestowed on my eye have not managed to give it greater powers of resistance. This car trip was only a short one and I made it once before without