| Author(s) | Karl Marx |
|---|---|
| Written | 26 May 1864 |
MARX TO ENGELS[1]
IN MANCHESTER
[London,] Thursday, 26 May 1864
Dear Frederick,
It came as a very 'pleasant' surprise this morning (I had not been able to sleep the preceding night) to find my chest again adorned with two 'charming' FURUNCLES. Will you consult Gumpert as to what I should do? I don't want to take iron since I already have a tendency to cerebral congestion. Nor do I wish to go to Allen, there being nothing I dread so much as having to recommence a regular course of treatment, thus disrupting my present work, and I simply must get the thing done at long last.[2]
Despite all that people said about how well I looked, I have all the while felt there was SOMETHING WRONG and the tremendous resolution I have to summon up before I can tackle more difficult subjects also contributes to this sense of inadequacy. You EXCUSE THIS SPINOZISTIC TERM. Have OUR POOR Lupus's books been sent off to London? I am worried about their non-arrival because—or so I understood—your WAREHOUSEMEN were supposed to have sent them off on Thursday (last).
WHAT DO YOU SAY OF GRANTS OPERATIONS? All that The Times chooses to admire, OF COURSE, is Lee's strategy disguised as RETREATS.[3] Says Tussy this morning, 'IT CONSIDERS THIS VERY CANNY, I DARESAY.' There's nothing I would be happier to see than success for Butler. It would be of inestimable value, were he to enter Richmond first. It would be bad if Grant had to retreat, BUT I THINK THAT FELLOW KNOWS WHAT HE IS ABOUT. It is to him, at any rate, that credit is due for the first Kentucky campaign, Vicksburg and the drubbing Bragg received in Tennessee.
Enclosed a note from Jones, in view of which you will, no doubt, be able to invite him FOR ANOTHER DAY.[4]
The WHOLE FAMILY send you their regards.
Your
K. M.