MARX TO ENGELS” 

Karlsbad, Austria, 
1 September 1874 
Germania, am Schlossberg 

Dear Frep, 

By next Wednesday* I shall have been here for two weeks and 
my powder, alias Money, will just suffice for a third week. If you 
should write to me, please use the above address, but put Miss 
Eleanor Marx on the envelope. The cure has done wonders for 
Tussy; I am feeling better but my insomnia has not yet been 
overcome. 

We are both living in strict accordance with the rules. We go to 
our respective springs at 6 every morning, where I have to drink 
seven glasses. Between each two glasses there has to be a break of 
15 minutes during which one marches up and down. After the last 
glass, an hour’s walk, and finally, coffee. Another cold glass in the 
evenings before bed. 

I am not allowed to drink anything but pure Pumpenheimer’; 
Tussy, on the other hand, pany receives a glass of Pilsner beer, 
which makes me envious. The doctor prescribed for me by 
Kugelmann, an Austrian, very like the celebrated General Cecilia 
in his mannerisms, speech, etc., felt some initial anxiety at the 
prospect of my staying here. On his advice I have registered as 
Charles Marx, Privatier,1 London, and this ‘Privatier? meant that 
I had to pay double the usual spa taxes, both for Eleanor and 
myself, into the worthy municipal treasury. But it did remove the 
suspicion that I might be the notorious Karl Marx. Yesterday,” 
however, I was denounced as such in the Viennese scandal-sheet 
Sprudel (a spa paper), and the Polish patriot Count Plater (a good 
Catholic and liberal aristocrat) was bracketed with me as ‘head of 
the Russian Nihilists’.** But this has probably come too late, since I 
already have the municipal receipt for the spa tax I have paid. I 
could also have lived much more cheaply than where Kugelmann 
has lodged me, but his arrangements were useful and possibly 

a 2 September - > i.e. water - © probably Ferdinand Fleckles - 4 private gentle- 

man - € Marx is mistaken. It should be ‘the day before yesterday’, i.e. 30 August (see 
Der Sprudel, No. 18, 30 August 1874), 

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