| Author(s) | Friedrich Engels |
|---|---|
| Written | 10 March 1866 |
ENGELS TO MARX
IN LONDON
[Manchester, about 10 March 1866]
CONFIDENTIAL! Excerpt from a letter to Freiligrath,[1] who asked me for information on some commercial philistine and, at the same time, expressed his regret at your illness and wished you well:
'Marx needs to rest from working at night and from worry, as well as sea-air and good living. That will put him back on his feet all right. Such troubles are spared to plump bourgeois like Blind. Instead, the poor man has the misfortune that for all the levers and thumbscrews he applies, nobody speaks of him other than Blind himself. Such fellows have their carbuncles on the insides of their skulls. But enough of the "DELIBERATE LIAR".
'How are you actually doing now? I hear the bank in London[2] has closed down. A good thing too, for you, in the long run, the liaison with Fazy and Co. could have compromised you later in some unforeseen way.[3] I am sure you will soon pick up a decent position again.'
In haste.
Your
F. E.