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Vienna XIX, Strassergasse 47
17. 6. 1936
Dear Meister Arnold,
The posthumous poems of Herr Floriz Capschon (Capzen?) together with historical introduction and letter from A. Z. arrived safely yesterday. They prove him to be a talented if loose young man: the eternal problems of the male gave him ample material for his verses.
There is one passage in your letter which I do not like because it shows me how little I know about you. It is the bit about ‘my paralysed condition after my rest-cure’. I am happier in the fact that you no longer want to write my biography. But you should not incite me to write another chapter of my life-story. A survey of all the secessions that have taken place might easily lead to indiscretions and unpleasantness.
I am well aware of my privileged position as a member of the modern world. And I count it to my credit that our arch enemy P. Schmidt has just been awarded the Austrian