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Vienna, Friday
June 26, 1885
My sweet treasure
Nothing new except your dear letter. I am brooding over my trial lecture1 in the most appalling heat. There are certain difficulties, for after all one does want to say something intelligent, and this is not so easy; on the other hand, it isn't much fun slaving away for nothing and spending one's energy on things one may not be able to use. One has about twenty minutes to talk in; if only I knew exactly how much I can pack into that time; as it is, I am afraid what I have prepared may come to an end before my allotted time, or that from behind the folding screen of my introduction-nothing will appear. Fortunately I have already formulated the whole thing in my mind, and I intend to write it out this evening.
Dolfi's birthday is on July 23, three days before yours.
I do wish I could bring you the beautiful roses, my darling, which I so often find in my room. I share this favor with most of the patients. You shall be compensated when I am in Wandsbek. I do wish I could get some more money from somewhere; the two months ahead must produce something so that instead of economizing we can live as we did last year. A little happiness does everyone good, especially after so much bad luck. I must tell you something: I feel I can hardly survive another two months; when it was six months and there was no certain prospect of our meeting, it was easier. You know, when one is traveling to America the journey as far as Stockerau2 passes very quickly, but from there