Dear Marion,

It just occurred to me that not having heard from you for
more than a week, I should ask myself, and I should ask you:
Are you alright? What could I do, if the answer were "no"?
I've been translating into English chapter 52, and at this
juncture I'm bored with my writing and with myself, but 
see no alternative but to soldier on through the morass
of words in the pious hope that rereading and rewriting 
a sufficient number of times might in the end produce
something half-way respectable. But tonight I'm pessimistic.
The forwarded e-mails I've sent you in the past few days,
I hope have provided you with a glimmer of entertainment;
but as of this moment I have nothing more to tell you than
good night. I hope you are well.
Jochen