| Author(s) | Karl Marx |
|---|---|
| Written | 3 March 1882 |
MARX TO ENGELS
IN LONDON
[Postcard]
[Algiers,] 3 March 1882
Dear FRED,
Your letter dated 25 February 284 arrived yesterday together with the Daily News CUTS (O. N.[1] tragicomical secret of politics and passion in England). I trust Tussy will at last stop playing fast and loose with her health; that Cacadou, alias Laurachen, continues to flourish, for she is subjected to a great deal of physical exertion. As yet no reply from Paris.
The tempête—c'est ici l'expression sacramentale[2] — has been going on since 26 February though always with VARIABLE ASPECTS.
On 2 March confined to the house FOR THE WHOLE DAY in common with all my fellow-lodgers; pouring rain from EARLY MORNING from a SKY of a colour reminiscent of London, grey as grey; this time however the squalls were accompanied by thunder and lightning; at 4 o'clock in the afternoon an azure sky AGAIN; later on a really lovely moonlit eve- ning. One short spell alternating with another throughout the day, now a rise in temperature, now a drop. Meanwhile I resumed inter alia the painting of my skin; that very night A REMARKABLE IMPROVEMENT SETTING IN.— This morning, 3 March, painting first task of the day; de- spite wind not intimidated, from 9 o'clock to ABOUT quarter TO 11 out for a stroll in the balmy sea air which I found MOST DELIGHTFUL; got back just before the wind worked itself into a fury again. I shall be
SUMMONED TO dejeuner[3] IN A FEW MINUTES and am making use of this vital moment to send these FEW LINES TO YOU.
Your
Moor
[On the side reserved for the address]
Fr. Engels
122 Regent's Park Road, London, N. W., Angleterre