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Göttingen, 18.v.1918
Dear Professor,
I am not going to write you a long letter, but I just wish to thank you for yours, which among other things contains the good news that you have one of your sons at home with you; but for how long, I wonder? I had no idea that your youngest daughter was thinking of taking up teaching as a career; I had imagined it was art she was interested in. No doubt you will be leaving Vienna next month for your summer holiday (may the weather be better than last year!). That the Society flourishes makes me, exile that I am, quite green with envy. I have almost ceased to believe that a day will come when I shall take part in its meetings again. Of my own personal life I would rather say nothing, because—in consequence of having relatives in Russia and of the tragedy of that land—it distresses me too much to speak of it; if I took up my pen on the subject I would simply burst into tears.
Meanwhile my former little patient has suffered a misfortune. A slight curvature of the lower spine suddenly appeared, whereupon the distressed parents sent her with a friend of the family to the Upper Engadine for a twelve-month sun cure; there too she still sleeps excellently.
Incidentally, an interesting phenomenon has manifested itself in her little one-and-a-half-year-old brother, and this has apparently been going on for almost a year: i.e., an indescribable horror of