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Vienna, March 7, 1875
¡Querido Berganza!
As I am writing this letter late at night, you will have to forgive the unusual format. But do not be afraid, it is not about to turn into a treatise, for it is one o'clock and my feet are freezing. Tomorrow I dare not miss a single lecture, for tomorrow they certify attendance at lectures and tomorrow the last week of the semester begins. These university semesters are wont to come to strange endings, expiring not at a stroke but with a slow death rattle—one limb dies off at a time and one is tempted to finish off those that go on twitching, the sooner to enjoy the freedom of the vacation. Zoology takes her leave on Tuesday, physics on Wednesday, physiology on Friday; only our philosopher, Prof. Brentano, continues to lecture until Saturday,