It is a load on my mind, that I fell upon you so ungovernably with my laments the other day. If you can forgive me, it will be harder for Otto to, and that agitates my heart! —
Something would appear to have "got into my bones" — as people say; I fell ill, and was so for a week. — That did me good, and I have come to order in myself; so it only remains to get so with myself as well. Toward that I have an extremely arduous time next ahead of me, toils and hardships of all kinds; but they will be the last. —
In October I shall visit you in any case. Entreat me kindly, precious friends; I hope I shall be welcome to you!
From my heart,
R. W.
Source: Richard Wagner to Mathilde Wesendonck, trans. William Ashton Ellis (Charles Scribner's Sons, 1905), No. 146