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Vienna IX, Berggasse 19
February 4, 1920
Dear Friend
Please don't worry about me. Apart from feeling rather more tired I am the same. The death, painful as it is, does not affect my attitude toward life. For years I was prepared for the loss of our sons; now it is our daughter; as a confirmed unbeliever I have no one to accuse and realize that there is no place where I could lodge a complaint. “The unvaried, still returning hour of duty”1 and “the dear lovely habit of living”2 will do their bit toward letting everything go on as before. Deep down I sense a bitter, irreparable narcissistic injury. My wife and Annerl are profoundly affected in a more human way.
This week we are expecting Oli who, by the way, seems to have found a job. He, Ernst, and Eitingon were present at the cremation.