Hurry and send a million Zwiebacks and several Cacoignas.
One can't get anything of the sort here. It's just six o'clock in the morning, the mail coach is about to start. Then I am going to the spring. I arrived yesterday in the finest weather; unusual, beautiful country!
Goodbye, I have to be brief
Your Ri-Ra-Richard
Source: Letters of Richard Wagner: The Burrell Collection, ed. John N. Burk (Macmillan, 1950), No. 157