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Palermo
September 15, 1910
Beloved Old Dear
Have just fetched my mail, Martin's praiseworthy com-munication and your letter, so I know that at this moment you are preparing to leave Berlin and will be back home tomorrow morn-ing while we1 are on our way to Girgenti, the last stop before Syracuse.
Palermo was an incredible feast, something in which one really shouldn't indulge alone. I solemnly promise that whatever drudgery may be in store for me during the coming year I shall remember that I have already had my share [of the feast] and consumed it. Such a wealth of color, such views, such fragrant smells, and such a sensation of well-being I have never experienced all at once. Now this is over, will be locked up and opened again only for others. But perhaps even more beautiful things are awaiting me in Syracuse.
I am really awfully sorry that you cannot all be with me. But in order to enjoy all this in a group of seven or nine, or even of only three-in short, of undid, dodici, tredici2—I shouldn't have become a psychiatrist and an alleged founder of a new school in psychology, but a manufacturer of something useful such as toilet paper, matches, shoe buttons. To change professions now it is much too late, and so I continue-selfishly but on principle regretfully-to enjoy everything on my own.
Only shopping creates the greatest difficulties. There is abso-lutely nothing here which cannot be found elsewhere and which