Dear Jane,

This, a mere postscript to my recent letters.

Just spoke on the telephone with my (other) sister, who corroborated your judgment. When she was about eight years old, she had addressed me: "Du Missgeburt", (you monster), at age 77 she tells me that I am so "goddamned arrogant" that she has to get away from me, and accordingly is now in the process of moving from Massachusetts to Detroit.

My comment, which I am too embarrassed, (i.e. not arrogant enough), to translate, is from Goethe's Wahlverwandtschaften: "Gegen die grossen Vorzuege eines anderen gibt es kein Rettungsmittel als die Liebe."