You wrong me this time—as you always do—by misunderstanding my clear words. I did not write you that I was too tired to send you a telegram, but too worn out to be of any use to you in a visit to Prague, because I had to withdraw entirely from seeing anyone in order to refrain from too much talk, which will certainly sometime kill me. . . .
God himself could never get me to the Brockhauses in Leipzig again, or anywhere else.
Source: Letters of Richard Wagner: The Burrell Collection, ed. John N. Burk (Macmillan, 1950), No. 263