Dear Georgette,

Thank you for your letter. Our plans for a memorial
concert for Margrit have unraveled. It's become clear
to us, - we being Margaret, Klemens and myself, that
the local population, some of whom might attend, - would
be perplexed by the absence of liturgy and other
religious formality which we cannot supply. They would
be dissatisfied, and perhaps offended, by the esoteric
musical tradition to which not only Margaret, Klemens
and I, but the four grandchildren as well, subscribe.
We wouldn't know how to cope with the duty to provide
lodging, food, and entertainment to Margrit's numerous
friends who might reasonably be expected to accept our
invitations to attend. Given these perplexities, we
thought we had no alternative but to give up, and
that's what we have done.

It's time now for me to get back to my writing,
non-fiction as well as fiction, in the hope that
imagination inventiveness and eloquence have not
forsaken me. Of course, if you write to me, I'll
try to address any issues that concern you. At
the same time, it's not reasonable to assume that
the ruminations which go into my diary, and the
fantasies that further expand my bloated novel
will be of interest.

Your work, I hope, is not too arduous.
Stay well, and write to me, when so moved.

Jochen