But, for all that, I think that you cannot remain without a solution, if you attach yourself to objects like those with which my eyes are now regaling themselves. Here, where a mighty land is about me, here I feel that no human being can answer for you those questions and feelings which have a life of their own in the depth of your heart, for even the best use words wrongly when they want to give them the most delicate and almost inexpressible meaning. When I read it as now in the great stillness of these distant parts, then your beautiful concern for life moves me, moves me even more than it moved me in Paris, where everything strikes the ear differently and fades away before the excessive, the earth-shaking noise. It was the letter of the 2nd May and I am sure that you remember it. not that I had forgotten it on the contrary it was of the kind which one reads again, when one finds it among one’s letters, and in it I seemed to get to know you, as it were, most intimately. My very dear Herr Kappus, I have left a letter of yours long unanswered I make use of this first moment of brightness to greet you, dear Sir. But I met with a long period of rain, which is trying to-day for the first time to clear up over the restlessly storm-driven land. I left Paris about ten days ago, thoroughly unwell and tired, and travelled to a great northerly plain, whose expanse, quiet and sky are to return me to health again.
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