Dear Miss Fleischer,
.PP
This evening my son Klemens came over from his house
next door and brought me your letter and your manuscript.
It had been delivered there in error. After I had read
your letter, I read your paper in its entirety. Unfortunately
I found your professor's handwriting largely illegible but
the grade which he gave you is unmistakable, and I congratulate
you on it. I found my copy of Dr. Faustus on the book shelf
where I remembered it to be, and started to read. It will take
me a few days, perhaps a few weeks until I get to the end, and
perhaps then I will have something more substantial to say
about your paper. But I make no promises, because I find myself
a very unwilling critic. What I would write to you might be 
my own interpretation of the book, which you would find superfluous
to your work, if not indeed distracting. You ask about Das
Glasperlenspiel. I am very fond of it and have reread it many
times.
.PP
My immediate reaction to your very competent essay, is the
resurgence of memories of my own days as a graduate student
in comparative literature, which have become in the course
of subsequent decades a progressively more poignant
embarrassment to me, inasmuch as it seems to me now as if
both I and my teachers had gone hopelessly astray in our
respective attempts to find meaning and structure for our
lives through the academic pursuit of literature. I very
much hope and wish for you that you will find your own
efforts more rewarding.
.PP
I should certainly be pleased to correspond with you about
questions that concern you. I am mindful of the severe demands
on your time, and leave to you the identification of issues
the discussion of which might be helpful to you in your work.
You must feel free to use my e-mail address, review@netcom.com,
if that mode of communication is congenial to you.
.PP
With my very best wishes,
.nf

                              Sincerely,