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               <idno>70</idno>Karl Marx an Laura Marx in London. Margate, Dienstag, 20. März
          1866</title>
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         <publicationStmt><publisher><ref target="https://www.bbaw.de">Berlin-Brandenburgische Akademie der Wissenschaften</ref></publisher><pubPlace ref="https://www.geonames.org/2950159">Berlin</pubPlace><availability><licence target="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/">Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International (CC BY-SA 4.0)</licence></availability><idno type="URLWeb">https://megadigital.bbaw.de/</idno><idno type="URLXML">https://megadigital.bbaw.de/.xml</idno></publicationStmt>
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              ersten zwei Seiten hat Marx vollständig beschrieben, die dritte zu zwei Dritteln, die
              vierte ist leer. Schreibmaterial: schwarze Tinte.</p>
                  <p>Von unbekannter Hand: Nummerierung des Briefes: „3–1“ (die 3 eingekreist) auf der
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               <witness>
                  <bibl corresp="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/ANRZCW88">Erstveröffentlichung: in deutscher
              Übersetzung: Mehring: Familienbriefe von Karl Marx (1907/1908).
            S. 74–75</bibl>.</witness>
               <witness>
                  <bibl corresp="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/BSNH3E9Z">in der Sprache des Originals: Lettres et
              documents de Karl Marx (1958). S. 160–162.</bibl>
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            <note>Marx beantwortet einen nicht überlieferten Brief von Jenny Marx, geschrieben
          wahrscheinlich am 20. März 1866 (<ref target="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0004984">J. Marx an Marx,
            20.3.1866</ref>, siehe dazu <ref target="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0000072">L. Marx an Marx, 20.3.1866</ref>: „I
          send ...“) sowie den hier zitierten Brief seiner Tochter Laura, ebenfalls vom 20. März
            (<ref target="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0000072">L. Marx an Marx, 20.3.1866</ref>).</note>
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               <dateline>
                  <pb/> 20 March 1866.<lb/>5, Lansell’s Place, Margate.</dateline>
               <salute>My dear <ref xml:id="c8f5761f-8b8b-438e-b576-1f8b8b438e3c" corresp="#ca8dd0e4-c2b2-4fbd-8dd0-e4c2b26fbd32" type="editorialNote">Cacadou,</ref><note xml:id="ca8dd0e4-c2b2-4fbd-8dd0-e4c2b26fbd32" corresp="#c8f5761f-8b8b-438e-b576-1f8b8b438e3c" type="editorial">Spitzname von <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0008237 http://d-nb.info/gnd/118725904">Laura Marx</persName>. </note>
               </salute>
            </opener>
            <p>
               <ref xml:id="bbee77ed-0a2f-4e6a-ae77-ed0a2ffe6a97" corresp="#a1ffbaba-47dd-41ab-bfba-ba47dd51ab8f" type="editorialNote">Very good news, indeed! I prefer Mrs. Grach to the mother of
              all the <expan>Grac<ex>c</ex>hi.</expan>
                  </ref><note xml:id="a1ffbaba-47dd-41ab-bfba-ba47dd51ab8f" corresp="#bbee77ed-0a2f-4e6a-ae77-ed0a2ffe6a97" type="editorial">Wortspiel, das auf dem Gleichklang des
              Namens der Trierer Bankiersfamilie <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0003790">Grach</persName> und
              der römischen <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0003247">Gracchen</persName> (die Brüder <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0003621 http://d-nb.info/gnd/118541161">Tiberius</persName> und <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0003649 http://d-nb.info/gnd/102394229">Gaius
                Sempronius Gracchus</persName>) beruht. Vermutlich hatte <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0008236 http://d-nb.info/gnd/118578510">Jenny Marx</persName> nun eine positive Nachricht
              bezüglich ihrer Ansprüche aus dem Jahre 1855 gegen den damals bankrott gegangenen
              Bankier erhalten. Siehe Marx an Engels, 8. März 1855. In: <bibl corresp="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/ZIMVA5GA">MEGA<hi rendition="#sup">2</hi> III/7.</bibl> S. 183.21–31.
              </note>
               <ref xml:id="baf2c9db-4a26-4a49-b2c9-db4a266a4972" corresp="#e4d7c8a2-4579-4e98-97c8-a245798e984a" type="editorialNote">I am right glad that I have taken my lodgings in a private
              House, and not in an Inn or Hotel,</ref><note xml:id="e4d7c8a2-4579-4e98-97c8-a245798e984a" corresp="#baf2c9db-4a26-4a49-b2c9-db4a266a4972" type="editorial">Siehe <ref target="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0000054/a9fd0c5d-779b-4626-bf9f-71889bd4804c">Erl. zu Engels an Marx,
                5.3.1866.</ref>
                     
                  </note>
          where one could hardly escape being pestered with local politics, vestry scandals, and
          neighbourly gossip. But still<anchor type="verweisziel" xml:id="start_pnb_4xg_4z"/>
               <ref xml:id="ac9c1398-00db-40c9-9c13-9800db40c982" corresp="#ebbbf255-3aca-4c2e-bbf2-553aca7c2e33" type="editorialNote">I cannot sing with the miller of the Dee, that I care for
              nobody, and nobody cares for me.</ref><note xml:id="ebbbf255-3aca-4c2e-bbf2-553aca7c2e33" corresp="#ac9c1398-00db-40c9-9c13-9800db40c982" type="editorial">Aus dem
              engl. Volkslied <bibl corresp="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/RRMFSD4Q">„The Miller of Dee“.</bibl>
                      Siehe auch <ref target="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0000071/start_brg_djh_4z">Marx
                an N. Philips,
                18.3.1866
              </ref>und <ref target="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0000075/start_pfw_zxg_4z">Marx an Engels,
                24.3.1866</ref>.</note>
          For there is my landlady, who is deaf like a post, and her daughter, who is afflicted with
          chronic hoarseness, but they are very nice people, attentive, and not intruding. As to
          myself, I have turned into a perambulating stick, running about the greatest part of the
          day, airing myself, going to bed at 10 o’clock, reading nothing, writing less, and
          altogether working up my mind to that state of nothingness which Buddhaism considers the
          climax of human bliss. <ref xml:id="c5e2e6a9-eb30-413b-a2e6-a9eb30513b8b" corresp="#f4768dc9-3032-4828-b68d-c93032e82886" type="editorialNote">
                     <anchor type="verweisziel" xml:id="start_tqp_z1h_4z"/>However, with all that, I shall not turn that out on
              Thursday,</ref><note xml:id="f4768dc9-3032-4828-b68d-c93032e82886" corresp="#c5e2e6a9-eb30-413b-a2e6-a9eb30513b8b" type="editorial">Donnerstag, den 22. März 1866
              veranstalteten seine Töchter eine Feier, zu der Marx vom Kurort angereist war. Siehe
                <ref target="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0000072/nmb2_vmp_1z">Erl. zu L. Marx an Marx, 20.3.1866.</ref>
                     
                  </note>
          that paragon of beauty which worthy <ref xml:id="c7c780b4-5c36-44a7-8780-b45c36b4a760" corresp="#f6ed00f6-97ba-41ca-ad00-f697ba51ca01" type="editorialNote">By Bye,</ref><note xml:id="f6ed00f6-97ba-41ca-ad00-f697ba51ca01" corresp="#c7c780b4-5c36-44a7-8780-b45c36b4a760" type="editorial">
                     <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0008235  http://d-nb.info/gnd/118728997">Jenny Marx</persName>
              (Tochter).</note> in his phantastic mood, seems to expect.<anchor type="verweisziel" xml:id="stop_tqp_z1h_4z"/> The toothache on <del> my <sic ana="#break-off"/>
               </del> the right side of the face has not yet altogether
          disappeared, and the same side is afflicted with an inflammation of the eye. Not that
          there is much to be seen of it, but that eye has taken to <del> be <sic ana="#break-off"/>
               </del> the vicious habit of shedding tears on its own account, without the least
          regard to the feelings of his master. <anchor type="verweisziel" xml:id="start_a1l_s35_4z"/>But for this state of things, <ref xml:id="ef67ba59-5d9e-47ff-a7ba-595d9e47ffac" corresp="#f6880666-1c7c-4d98-8806-661c7c4d9861" type="editorialNote">I should have my photogramme
              already taken<anchor type="verweisziel" xml:id="stop_a1l_s35_4z"/>, since you get here
              12 cartes de visite for 3 s. 6 d. and 48 cartes for 10 sh.</ref><note xml:id="f6880666-1c7c-4d98-8806-661c7c4d9861" corresp="#ef67ba59-5d9e-47ff-a7ba-595d9e47ffac" type="editorial">Siehe auch <ref target="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0000080/start_b2t_ckh_4z">J. Marx an L. Kugelmann,
              1.4.1866</ref>
                     .</note>
               <ref xml:id="b7f2634f-676e-4107-b263-4f676e3107cb" corresp="#cb45138b-82f6-4bf0-8513-8b82f64bf03e" type="editorialNote">Mümmelchen</ref><note xml:id="cb45138b-82f6-4bf0-8513-8b82f64bf03e" corresp="#b7f2634f-676e-4107-b263-4f676e3107cb" type="editorial">
                     <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0008236 http://d-nb.info/gnd/118578510">Jenny Marx</persName>. </note> will oblige me by pacing her steps to
            <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0004628">Mr. Hall </persName>and ordering him to prepare a solution
          of zink (he will know the composition of the drug) for my eye, <add>the</add> which I
          expect to find ready on my arrival at London. This bad eye interferes with my nightrest.
          Otherwise, I am turning a new leaf. </p>
            <p>
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               <pb/>
              Withdrawing
              somewhat from the seaside, and roaming over the adjacent rustic district, you are
              painfully reminded of <hi rendition="#u">“civilization”</hi> by large boards, staring
                <add>at</add> you everywhere, headed <hi rendition="#u">“Cattle <subst>
                     <del rendition="#s">Diseases</del>
                     <add place="across">Disease</add>
                  </subst>
               </hi>
               <hi rendition="#u">”</hi>, and placarded over with a government proclamation, the
              result of the wild rush which the horned cattle gentry, lords and commoners, made at
              the government, on the opening of Parliament.</p>
            <p>
               <lg type="poem">
                  <lg n="">
                     <l>
                        <ref xml:id="ef953039-2fab-4552-9530-392fab5552fa" corresp="#d14a7249-f5f5-4b56-8a72-49f5f57b5677" type="editorialNote">Oh, oh King <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0002355">Wiswamitra</persName>
                           </ref><note xml:id="d14a7249-f5f5-4b56-8a72-49f5f57b5677" corresp="#ef953039-2fab-4552-9530-392fab5552fa" type="editorial">Gedicht nach <bibl type="primary" corresp="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/E6PUEWAU">Heinrich Heine: Buch der
                      Lieder. Die Heimkehr. 45. Den König Wiswamitra</bibl>, in englischer
                    Übersetzung.</note>,</l>
                     <l>What fool
                  of an oxen art thou,</l>
                     <l>That thou so much wrangle’st and suffer’st,</l>
                     <l>And all
                  that for a cow.</l>
                  </lg>
               </lg>
            </p>
            <p>
               <ref xml:id="fd09d5ff-a71e-44d6-89d5-ffa71e34d65e" corresp="#c33889f8-a5a0-4c53-b889-f8a5a06c537b" type="editorialNote">But if honest <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0002355">Wiswamitra</persName>, like a true Indian, tormented himself for the salvation of
              the cow <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0001959">Sabala</persName>, those English gentry, in the
              true style of modern martyrs, bleed the people to compensate themselves for their
              cows’ ailings.</ref><note xml:id="c33889f8-a5a0-4c53-b889-f8a5a06c537b" corresp="#fd09d5ff-a71e-44d6-89d5-ffa71e34d65e" type="editorial">Siehe <ref target="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0000071/start_bmf_qkh_4z">Marx an N. Philips,
                18.3.1866</ref>
              und <ref target="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0000071/c4c0a2da-212e-4b63-b08e-d14a261ff62e">Erl.</ref>
                     
                  </note>
          The horn plague upon them! The horn, the horn, as discreet <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0008235  http://d-nb.info/gnd/118728997">By Bye</persName> rings it <del rendition="#s">
                  <unclear reason="illegible" cert="high">so</unclear>
               </del> lustily.<anchor type="verweisziel" xml:id="stop_pzx_nyg_4z"/>
            </p>
            <p>
               <ref xml:id="df03d088-5c3c-4fee-83d0-885c3cbfeed0" corresp="#b810da50-c75e-43b9-90da-50c75e63b9cd" type="editorialNote">On
              Sunday,</ref><note xml:id="b810da50-c75e-43b9-90da-50c75e63b9cd" corresp="#df03d088-5c3c-4fee-83d0-885c3cbfeed0" type="editorial">18. März
              1866.</note> I made up my mind to walk per pedes to Canterbury. Unhappily, I
          only formed this grand resolution, after having already measured for two hours the length
          and breadth of the piers and so forth. So I had already expended too much physical power,
          when I set out for the archbishop’s seat or see, as you like. And from here to Canterbury
          are fully 16 miles. From Canterbury I returned to Margate by rail, but I had overworked
          myself, and could not sleep during the whole night. Limbs and loins were not tired, but
          the plants of my feet turned out tenderhearted rogues. As to Canterbury, <del> kn <sic ana="#break-off"/>
               </del> you know, of course, all about it, and more than I can boast,
            
          the trusted source of knowledge for all English Eves. (One cannot help, in your company,
          bad punning. But mark. <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0009881  http://d-nb.info/gnd/118621483">Thackeray</persName> did
          worse, by playing upon Eves and Ewes.) Happily, I was too tired, and it was too late, to
          look out for the celebrated cathedral. Canterbury is an old, ugly, medieval sort of town,
          not mended by large modern English barracks at the one, and a dismal dry Railway Station
          at the other end of the <del rendition="#s">town<sic ana="#break-off"/>
               </del> oldish
          thing. There is no trace of that poetry about it, which you find in continental towns of
          the same age. </p>
            <p>
               <pb/> The swaggering of the private soldiers and the officers in the streets, reminded me
          somewhat of “Vaterland”. In the inn, where I was scantily purveyed with some slices of
          cold beef, I caught the newest scandal. Captain <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0002965">Le
            Merchant</persName>, it seems, had been taken up by the police on Saturday night, for
          systematically knocking at the doors of all the most respectable citizens. And a summons
          will be taken out against the Captain because of this innocent pastime. And the
          redoubtable Captain will have to bend down his diminished head before aldermanic majesty.
          This is my whole packet of <ref xml:id="c6f71e9d-1b07-4b7a-b71e-9d1b074b7a4b" corresp="#bb13ddbc-7218-4f01-93dd-bc72189f0191" type="editorialNote">“Canterbury Tales”.</ref><note xml:id="bb13ddbc-7218-4f01-93dd-bc72189f0191" corresp="#c6f71e9d-1b07-4b7a-b71e-9d1b074b7a4b" type="editorial">
                     <bibl corresp="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/775FEQ28">Geoffrey Chaucer: The Canterbury Tales.</bibl>
                     
                  </note>
            </p>
            <p>And now, Cacadou, pay my compliments to <ref xml:id="a5728f38-0fae-4d95-b28f-380fae0d9568" corresp="#d7c4bdee-8c5c-4eac-84bd-ee8c5ceeacab" type="editorialNote">Elly</ref><note xml:id="d7c4bdee-8c5c-4eac-84bd-ee8c5ceeacab" corresp="#a5728f38-0fae-4d95-b28f-380fae0d9568" type="editorial">
                     <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0008229 http://d-nb.info/gnd/118745913">Eleanor Marx</persName>. </note> to whom I shall write one of those days, and
            <ref xml:id="be3cde30-7ef0-4a56-bcde-307ef0ea5693" corresp="#babae91f-eecb-41a2-bae9-1feecb51a2ea" type="editorialNote">whose little letter</ref><note xml:id="babae91f-eecb-41a2-bae9-1feecb51a2ea" corresp="#be3cde30-7ef0-4a56-bcde-307ef0ea5693" type="editorial">Siehe <ref target="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0000070"> Eleanor Marx
                an Marx, 18.
                3.1866</ref>.</note>
          was very welcome. As to <ref xml:id="bc0e7538-5ec8-41bf-8e75-385ec8d1bf7f" corresp="#ca0df4e3-d6bc-40b3-8df4-e3d6bc50b3d6" type="editorialNote">Möhmchen,</ref><note xml:id="ca0df4e3-d6bc-40b3-8df4-e3d6bc50b3d6" corresp="#bc0e7538-5ec8-41bf-8e75-385ec8d1bf7f" type="editorial">
                     <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0008236 http://d-nb.info/gnd/118578510">Jenny Marx</persName>. </note> she will hear of me by the by.</p>
            <p>That damned boy <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0007810 http://d-nb.info/gnd/118568671">Lafargue</persName> pesters me
          with his Proudhonism, and will not rest, it seems, untill I have administered to him a
          sound cudgelling of his Creole pate.</p>
            <closer>
               <salute>My <del> xxxx xxx <sic ana="#break-off"/>
                  </del> good wishes to all.</salute>
               <signed>Your master.</signed>
            </closer>
            <postscript>
               <p>
                  <ref xml:id="b1177e95-092e-4247-977e-95092e924774" corresp="#ced20047-9765-4703-9200-4797659703d6" type="editorialNote">Has <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0001882">Orsini</persName> still
                received the letter I sent him?</ref><note xml:id="ced20047-9765-4703-9200-4797659703d6" corresp="#b1177e95-092e-4247-977e-95092e924774" type="editorial">Siehe <ref target="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0000064">Marx an
                  Engels,
                  15.3.1866</ref>.
                Ein Brief von Marx an <persName ref="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0001882">Cesare Orsini</persName>,
                geschrieben zwischen 15. und 20. März 1866, ist nicht überliefert <ref target="https://megadigital.bbaw.de/M0004998">(Marx an C. Orsini, zw. 15. u.
              20.3.1866)</ref>.</note>
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