[Manchester,] 10 January 1868 
Dear Moor, 

I wanted to write to you at length today, but the intervention of 
a Serb and a Wallachian, who held me up for hours, has 
frustrated my plans. Moreover, yesterday I had a visit from the 
ex-dictator Amand Goegg, who is travelling for the ridiculous 
Peace League **' and who ruined my evening. Luckily, Schorlem- 
mer also happened by, and got the surprise of his life with this 
fossil of Federal Republic; he had not believed such a thing 
possible. The stupid oaf has become ten times more stupid 
through the unthinking repetition of the same phrases, and has 
lost all points of contact with the world of common sense (not to 

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mention actual thinking). Apart from Switzerland and the Canton 
of Baden, there is still nothing else in the world for people of this 
sort. For all that, he soon convinced himself of the truth of your 
first reply to his application for support: that the further apart we 
lived and the less we had to do with one another, the better we 
would get on. He admitted that in the Vogt affair Blind had 
behaved like a coward, but said he was after all a worthy fellow, 
and even threatened to reconcile you and Blind! Vogt—no 
politician, but a worthy fellow, honest to the backbone, who simply 
scribbled away in the daytime without considering the content—if 
we 2 spent an hour together then we would be like brothers; he 
admitted him to be a Bonapartist, but not a paid one. To which I 
replied that all Bonapartists were paid, there were no unpaid 
ones, and if he could show me an unpaid one, then I would accept 
the possibility that Vogt was not paid; otherwise I would not. This 
astonished him, but finally he discovered one— Ludwig Bamberger! 
Incidentally, he said that Vogt had continually had a very hard 
time, his wife was a peasant girl from the Bernese Oberland, 
whom he had married out of virtue after he had made her a baby. 
Vogt, the artful dodger, appears to have pulled the wool well over 
this jackass’s eyes. But when Schorlemmer and I explained to him 
that Vogt had not produced anything as a natural scientist either, 
you should have seen his rage: Had he not popularised? Was not 
that worth while? 

I shall write something for Vienna as soon as it is in any way 
possible. Additionally for the Fortnightly, but I would need to 
know first whether it could be made into a longer article, or 
should only be a short notice like those at the back of the 
Fortnightly. Beesly should be sounded out about this?; a short 
notice would be almost useless and Beesly himself would learn 
nothing about the book” from it. 

I shall call Wilhelmchen* to account in a few days time about 
fulfilling the promises he made me: we shall make this little fellow 
get a move on. I have Richter’s address. 

Herewith returned Liebknecht, Kugelmann and Siebel. 

Best greetings. 

Your 
F. E.