Marx needs rest from night-work & worries, plus sea air & good living. That will soon set him on his feet again. Fat burghers like Blind don’t have that sort of thing happen to them. But on the other hand, the poor man has the misfortune that, for all the levers and thumbscrews he sets in motion, no one talks about him except Blind himself. Such fellows have the carbuncles on the inside of their skulls. But enough of the “deliberate liar.” What are you actually doing? I hear the bank in London has closed down. In the end it is also good for you; the connection with Fazy & Consorten might have compromised you who knows how later on. You’ll be getting a decent post again soon enough, anyway.