[translationized *My dear good friend, nothing but a query – apart from my most cordial thanks for your letter. Are you in sufficient health to make plans for the spring? I hope and wish so with all my heart. You would still find me in Sorrento. My two friends and companions [the philosopher Paul Rée and his student Albert Brenner] will be leaving me at the end of March, and I remain with Miss von Meysenbug […] My eyes are worse, my head not significantly better – thus, to employ an ancient Italian phrase (first used by a Papal nepot when the bailiffs came to lead him to his death), ‘Va bene, patienza!’ – The days are of exceptional beauty; there is here a mixture of ocean, forest, and mountain climate, and numerous semi-darkened, quiet pathways. Many plans cross our minds (those of Miss v. M. and myself), and you always figure in them […]”.]