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Vienna, Saturday
March 29, 1884
Beloved sweetheart
If it were not against discipline I would say that there is no need to tell me when you aren't feeling well (but please note that I don't say it)-I can always recognize it so clearly in your letters. When writing your last letter you weren't well either, for your foreboding is exactly like those nightmares that torture one only when one is suffering from indigestion. Then on waking one is relieved that it was only a dream, and this is how we should also behave, quite apart from the probability that you would have found another man, whereas I wouldn't have found a professor's daughter.
Heavens above, little woman, how innocent and good-natured you are! Don't you realize that this very science could become our bitterest enemy, that the irresistible temptation to devote one's life without remuneration or recognition to the solving of problems unconnected with our personal situation, could postpone or even destroy our chances of sharing life-if I, yes, if I were to go and