| Author(s) | Friedrich Engels |
|---|---|
| Written | 24 August 1853 |
ENGELS TO MARX
IN LONDON
[Manchester,] Wednesday, 24 August 1853
Dear Marx,
I'll send some money tomorrow if I possibly can. Your letter arrived on Saturday too late for anything to be done, this week there have been all sorts of complications, but tomorrow things will, I think, have improved, and our old bookkeeper has been forewarned.
The little man[1] was here on Saturday. That he had been gossiping was evident to me from the moment he wrote to Borchardt. He had sent him Lupus' most discreditable letter in which the latter makes an outright and most earnest appeal to the 'generosity' of the Jews in Bradford. C'était une lettre à brûler de suite[2] ; Borchardt at once magnanimously sent Lupus alms, to wit the sum of one pound,—not that he wasn't very decent about it, WHICH HE COULD WELL AFFORD to be, seeing that it released him from all his obligations. I must confess that this letter of Lupus' left a very bad taste in my mouth, but not so bad as the little man's tactlessness in letting it fall into Borchardt's clutches. Anyway I duly hauled him over the coals for it.
Enfin c'est fait[3] If Lupus is going to Liverpool, see to it that he comes here first, if possible on a Friday, in which case I shall arrange a rendez-vous with the little man. If, as Dronke proposes, Lupus first goes to Bradford, the cancan[4] will only proliferate.
You know that Jacobi intends to go to America. The chap's altogether trop mou[5] and even philistines get the impression that he's a helpless sort of creature. I don't believe he'll ever obtain a practice, however much he may pine for one. Besides one can't help laughing when one remembers that the chap's still a virgin.
Your
F. E.