Waldfrieden 20 February Annerl! I’m sat here quite distraught over you! I don’t know what I can say or do to make you believe me. Spring is coming, the whole blue sky is sparkling in bright sunshine, the ice is melting, the ground is beginning to swell, and I can hardly wait to jump on a steamer and run straight into your arms . . . . . . . . ! Then I receive these lovely letters from your children, telling me that you dare not write to me for fear of getting in the way of my career! …
how will it ever happen if I’m traipsing around New York selling hair tonic or bad