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Semmering, September 13, 1926
Dear friend,
No, it is certainly: muore.
The journalist and poet George Sylvester Viereck1 (Macfadden's Building), whom I like very much, has applied for the translation in America. (He is an illegitimate Hohenzollern.) I have transferred it to him. If you come to an understanding with him, you will get to know an interesting person.
Many thanks for the hint about Groddeck's 60th birthday. Will think about it.
I don't know anything about Glover, other than what Jones has communicated: coma diabeticum, nothing about the background.
I am now maintaining a very amicable correspondence with Havelock Ellis, who sent me a book by the American Isaac Goldberg, which deals with his person.2
The last few weeks here were very nice and actually enjoyable, despite prosthesis. I am sending away both of my patients on the 15th. If weather permits, we intend to stay until the last day of the month.
I greet you, your dear wife, and the Groddecks cordially.
Yours,