Vienna, Tuesday
October 9, 1883

My beloved Marty

What I am doing now? I am more industrious than ever and feel better than ever. Most of the time I work my way through a mountain of papers, reading partly for myself, partly for the Medical Weekly; I sit in the laboratory, where my Method is actually working and looks very fine, although several things still need correcting, and from early in the morning till eleven o'clock (I had almost forgotten to tell you) I function in the wards as a Sekundararzt, busy learning, writing, and occasionally acting as surgeon. The whole situation, my darling, has something heavy about it, akin to a dream or delirium; these are the right conditions