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Vienna
March 10, 1885
My sweet darling
Woe to the day you become so rich1 that I, like a character in a bad novel, have to ask you politely whether you wish to continue to be my betrothed as I don't want to stand in the way of your happiness, etc. I am already looking forward to writing the letter and getting your answer-but I seem to remember that we already indulged in this kind of fantasy about a year ago. Don't you know, by the way, that only the poor have difficulty in accepting presents, never the rich?
Otherwise, my darling, I feel splendidly well, I am like “Lucky Hans,” today the last of my various affairs will be settled and then I shall have a frightening amount of time, all the afternoon except one hour to use the ophthalmoscope, and the light is so good. I feel no desire to be lazy, I am in quite an industrious mood.-Today the application2 has been handed in, the case seems hopeless, although Lustgarten has put in a word for me with Prof. Ludwig, and perhaps it will lead to the new Primarius’ forming a good opinion of me and allowing me to lecture in his department.
I brought the lectures to an end today; a lady arrived to sign up for the next, and I had to tell her there wasn't going to be one.
Today, you know, marks a clear dividing line in my life; all the old things have been finished, and I am in a completely new situation. But it has been a good time; I have only pleasant memories of the lectures; it wasn't just the money, but the learning and the teaching; and it has enhanced my reputation in the hospital.
Shall I go and see Breuer today and say goodbye for the time I am going to dig myself in? I think I will. It is a long time since