Aphoristic Writings, Notebook, and Letters to a Friend, by Otto ...

And you? The thing for you is: control your passions, sans phrase. One has yet
enough fate even so, when one is anyone. Hail to thee!
Dear heartily loved friend!
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Yours Otto W.
Nuremberg, Tuesday evening.
(5th August, 1902, according to the postmark.)
Do not be angry with me for writing a postcard to you when in Löwenbräuhaus,
where the beer is much worse than in Pschorr, Hof and Spatenbräuhaus. I just thought
of you and had a card with me and nothing else. The thought that your good Madam
mother or your Miss sister could have read the end of that card and said “You see,
Weininger is nevertheless a reasonable man! He has gained his doctorate, etc.”, is
certainly embarrassing.
Please assure me that this was not the case.
I think of you often, but your present situation makes this rather painful for me.
And now I can do nothing at all for you! While you, from your snug corner, carry
concern not only for my clothing, but also for my nourishment.
I will surely eat the salami in Bayreuth, but unfortunately alone . . .
I will stay in Bayreuth perhaps only till Friday evening, then Dresden.
I would like to ask you one thing: do not expect to hear too much from me about
myself. For me it is a very bad time now, as bad as hardly ever. Not only great
unfruitfulness, not only purely crippling notions demanding crutches of me, and these
few enough; but something else altogether. Perhaps someday I will tell you of it. I
lead, besides the life that you know, always yet two or three others, of which you do
not know. To this I draw your attention; I cannot say more to you, but please, do not
inquire into it in any way.
I can certainly tell you something about Munich and Nuremberg, if you want.
Now end! Live well!
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Yours Otto W.
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