Thank you very much for your message. If my reply is coming with a slight delay, it is only because I was late in picking up your letter: I do not go anywhere, everything bothers me, people disgust me, and I’ve bid my farewell to the Danuj. I feel best on my own and am exactly where I thought I’ve been heading for many years now. I hope that it will be to my benefit: for I am not angry with people, am not ill, and do not feel all of this within as an unbalanced state. I simply do not want to be involved in anything familiar and everything friendly and certainly not everything human, as I knew it. If I could go to the Sahara, I would jump on the first train. But let’s leave this aside and get back to Lermontov. I am slowly finishing it and am still enjoying it. But I can’t speak with Dr. Träger about the details as you advise me. You know the kind of relationship I have with Melantrich. I can’t help it – though I don’t fear them, I don’t believe in their sincerity. What if they begin with a pleasant look on their face, get me to start and then wave written proof that Černý
P.S. On Monday at 6 pm I am going alone and secretly to the pub U Paukertů. If you are suffering the incurable courage of p.t. writers, make your way there. But don’t take anyone with you who has overcome even the first difficulties of the Czech alphabet.