O friend,
I had bad luck, indeed! But how could you send the package containing your philosophic treatise to Berlin? To make a long story short—after I had returned home and had had time to regain my equilibrium, I looked for the brochures, and despite the most persistent search found nothing but the third volume beginning with page 211. In place of the missing pages, I come across heaps of antiquarian catalogues and brochures of Meistersinger motives and the like, by the dozen. Would it be possible for you to replace the missing parts? It would mean a great deal to me.
Do not demand—or expect—anything from me that could, in any way, be interpreted as an expansion of feeling. Last night, I had my first good sleep for a long time, undisturbed by disgusting conditions. I have fallen out of conceit with many things. There are moments when I lose myself in deep reflection, and at such times you usually appear before me—always connected in some way with Fidi. But such moments are of short duration, and then Wagner societies and Wagner concerts begin to dance around me in dizzy circles. Therefore—have patience! Just as I am often obliged to have it with you.
Source: The Nietzsche-Wagner Correspondence, ed. Elizabeth Foerster-Nietzsche, trans. Caroline V. Kerr (Boni and Liveright, 1921), No. 35