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Reichenau, August 20, 18931
My beloved friend,
With anyone else I would, first of all, be embarrassed to cancel after I had definitely agreed to come and, second, give different reasons than those which I shall tell you in all frankness. Thus, the following piece of home psychology: I spent the 18th and 19th on a complicated tour around and on Mount Rax with my friend Rie,2 and yesterday sat in a cheerful mood in the new hut on the mountain when suddenly someone entered the room, completely flushed from the heat of the day, whom initially I stared at as at an apparition and then had to recognize as my wife. Martha has always maintained that climbing was impossible for her and that she did not enjoy staying on the mountain. But now she had followed me, had borne up well under the strain, and was enchanted by the view and the place. She expressed the wish to spend several days with me up here, where the accommodations are excellent, and I felt obliged to afford her this pleasure — which is possible, so to speak, without feeling remote from home, because from up here one can stay in