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Vienna, Wednesday
August 5, 1885
My precious darling
You too are surprised at Schonberg's traveling plans, aren't you? As a matter of fact he isn't here; please have a look at the card and see whether he says the “middle of next month” or “week.” Perhaps it is just a slip of the pen. Yes, we shall be very happy in Wandsbek; anyway for me Wandsbek is not what it is for you. More like what Vienna is for me.
I must give you a report on last night's jollification with our chief. It was very genial, particularly in his company; only on our way home we had to admit that the evening had left a bad taste in our mouths. But from this kind of remark one doesn't learn much; I must describe it to you in detail. Well, he-do you know L.?
I will tell you his history. Once upon a time there lived in Pressburg1 a certain Moritz L. (certainly not the only one of that name), a man as poor as only a Jew can be. Or rather, his father was as poor as that; I am not sure whether he was a peddler or a schammes2 or a dealer in secondhand clothes, I think the second of the three. But this didn't prevent the young Moritz from attending