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Vienna, March 27, 1899
Dear Wilhelm,
So the second of the three long weeks separating us from Easter is gone, never to return, and it is possible to wait out the fortunately small number of days until we see each other again. Mela's baby no longer is an obstacle; a warm wind arrived today; the epidemics seem to have kept away; so everything will no doubt be favorable. I shall leave Friday evening and be in Innsbruck at 9:30, take rooms in the Sonne or in the more elegant Tirolerhof, whichever you prefer, and fetch you for lunch if you arrive on the express train at 12:45. Then we shall have — and this is the only shadow — barely forty-eight hours for ourselves. I could manage to add Tuesday, but you cannot because of the boat at Genoa.
If only I find you as well as last time in Baden! Your latest news did not please me. You should really spend the six months of your post[operative] treatments in a germ-free environment.
I am dead tired every single evening, but still quite capable of recovering. As a consequence of my getting there a few hours earlier, I shall meet you fully refreshed. I do not know whether in the next few days I shall muster the strength to bring order to the material earmarked for you, or whether you will again have to make do with fragments — the latter, it seems to me. But you will doubtless confirm that it has begun to dawn in my darkness since fall. I have emerged from several blind alleys.
No doubt you will also broaden my view so that I shall once again be able to comprehend something of heaven and earth, in addition to the psychological. I need it badly.
My little Annerl is well again, and the other animals also are growing and grazing properly once more. My brother has taken a big step forward; he has become a partner in the enterprise in which up to now he had been the editor.
These are the most important news items. You realize, no doubt, that I am scarcely able to write any longer. I am waiting for another card from you, and then the Easter co