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420F
Vienna IX, Berggasse 19
8 April1 1923
Dear Friend,
Every letter of yours bears the mark of the lively and successful Berlin constellation and moreover of your own optimism. May you retain it. Only yesterday my wife went to Berlin with Martin for the wedding,2 and I can hope that she will also see you and your wife.
It is strange how much you still overrate me, both materially and physically! Though I am still eight years short of your uncle's age at the time of his ride in the desert, I cannot imitate, but only envy him. I am neither rich nor well enough. You will gradually have to get used to the idea of my mortality and frailty.
I shall be glad to tell you what I know about the summer.3 Little is certain, Minna and I should be in Gastein in July—if the condition of her heart does not prevent it. This is the only definite point, apart from that there are only tendencies. We should prefer to spend August together in the Dolomites: Prags? Madonna di Campiglio? But then little Ernst from Hamburg cannot come with us there. Therefore my wife thinks of going with Anna and him to Lake Ossiach4 in July, where we came to know Annenheim before the war as a really satisfying place to stay, with, unfortunately, very bad accommodation. If it is better there this time, I shall perhaps go there during August as well. September is less difficult. Then my wife and sister-in-law feel most comfortable in Reichenhall; Anna is urging for Rome, and I too am thinking that ten terrible years have passed since I was last there.
These are the dates: Now can you do anything with them? We can always discuss them further.
You are right that the former situation in the Committee has not been established, but Jones has behaved too badly, which you could not possibly know in detail.
I am very glad to note that my paladins, you, Ferenczi, and Rank, always tackle fundamentals in your writings instead of playing around with foothill decorations of any kind. That is the case now with your object-love. I