Tuesday, August 15:
And so today everyone’s kept in by rain. If I could only work I wouldn’t mind. But if I could walk right out of the world and be alone with you, I should like that best of all. Oh, to find a refuge like that! My abominable fame gives me no proper peace even up here. Yesterday was Sunday. Franz had a job being polite to the sundry tourists etc., who ‘happened’ to get lost in this direction. —
The announcement of poor Zahlberg’s death has reached me here. What a fate that is! Can you understand it? This is all so frantically quick — everyone slipping quietly away. Ah, only Peter left! The ridiculous side has ever to be present. Horrible! —
And I worry about you in Pest! — Am just going to pick up a book again. Ramayana! — Adieu! —