artly traveling, partly so busy that i couldn't write. and even today writing is difficult for me, because i have already had to write so many letters that my hand is tired. if i could dictate, i would have much more to say to you, but as it is, please accept these few words as an answer to your long letter.

　　i think of you often, dear mr. kappus, and with such concentrated good wishes that somehow they ought to help you. whether my letters really are a help, i often doubt. don't say, "yes, they are." just accept them calmly and without many thanks, and let us wait for what wants to come.

　　there is probably no point in my going into your questions now; for what i could say about your tendency to doubt or about your inability to bring your outer and inner lives into harmony or about all the other things that oppress you-: is just what i have already said: just the wish that you may find in yourself enough patience to endure and enough simplicity

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