| Hanover, 13 Mai, 1867.

My pretty little Cacadou,

My best thanks for your letter, and that of the worthy Quoquo. You complain that I had given no signs of life, but on reviewing the question you will find that, on the whole, I have given weekly signals. Moreover, you know that I am not of a very “demonstrative” character, of rather retiring habitudes, a slow writer, a clumsy sort of man, or, as Quoquo has it, an anxious man.

I shall leave Hanover the day after tomorrow, and probably leave Hamburg by first steamer for London. Yet, you must not expect me to settle the day and the hour. I have still some business to transact with my publisher. At all events, this is the last week of my continental stay.

I am very glad that my photogramm has met with such good reception. The shadow is at all events less troublesome than the original.

As to Mrs Tenge, I wonder that you ask me how she looks, whether she is pretty? I have sent you Jenny her photogram, hidden behind my own. How could it have been lost? Now, to answer your questions, she is 33 years of age, mother of 5 children, rather interesting than pretty, and certainly no professional wit. But she is a superior woman. As to “flirting”, he would be rather a bold man who were to try it. As to “admiration”, I owe it, and there may, perhaps, have been, on her side, some overestimation of your most humble and “modest” master. You know, if no one is a prophet on his own dunghill (speaking symbolically), people are easily overvalued by strangers who, legen sie nicht aus, so legen sie doch unter, and find what they were resolved upon to find in a fellah. She has left Hanover Thursday last.

| Eight days since, the weather was still frosty and rainy. Now summer has at once burst into full bloom. On the whole, the weather, since my departure, was here as bad and changeable as it used to be in London. Only, and this is a great thing, the air is thinner.

These continentals have an easier life of it that we on the other side of the Northern sea. With 2000 Thaler (300 £) you can live here most comfortably. For inst., there exist here different gardens (à la Cremourn, but for // “respectable”, and where all sort of people meet), much more artistically arranged than any in London, good music being played every evening etc, where you can subscribe for self and family—for the whole year—at the price of 2 Thalers, 6 sh.! This is only a specimen of the cheap life the Philister indulge in at this place. Young people amuse themselves more freely and at almost no expence, comparatively speaking. There is of course one great drawback—the atmosphere is pregnant with dullness. The standard of existence is too small. It is a lot of pigmees amongst whom you want no very high frame to feel like Gulliver amidst the Lilliputians.

There arrive this morning rather “excited” letters from Berlin. It seems that a collision between the workmen and the Pickelhauben is apprehended. I do not expect much for the present, but there is something brewing. The working class, in the greater centres of Germany, are commencing to assume a more decided and threatening attitude. One fine morning there will be a nice dance!

And now my dear little birdseye, Cacadou, secretary, cook, equestrian, poet, auf Wiedersehn. Viele Gruesse an Möhmchen, Quoquo and Queque, Hellen, and last not least, our | “ medical mutual friend”.

Adio
Your master
Old Nick.

Enclosed Hegel, presented by Kugelm. to Mons. Lafargue. |

 

Zitiervorschlag

Karl Marx an Laura Marx in London. Hannover, Montag, 13. Mai 1867. In: Marx-Engels-Gesamtausgabe digital. Hg. von der Internationalen Marx-Engels-Stiftung. Berlin-Brandenburgische Akademie der Wissenschaften, Berlin. URL: http://megadigital.bbaw.de/briefe/detail.xql?id=B00268. Abgerufen am 20.08.2019.