Dear Benjamin, Thank you for wondering how I am doing. The answer is that I am comfortable and happy. I attribute my placid state of mind to senile euphoria, a mental disorder which unlike other illnesses that cause pain and distress, is a source of bliss and contentment. I very much enjoy the solitude of the remaining months, weeks, - perhaps only days of my life. I have no visitors, except for Klemens who comes for 15 to 30 minutes, sometimes as often as every day, sometimes as infrequently as twice a week. The primary limitation of which I am aware is the inability to flex my hips. I'm still able to go up and down stairs. Putting on trousers in the morning constitutes the challenge of the day. Aside from trying to keep the house reasonably orderly, I spend my time writing. I have four correspondents in Germany who write sporadically, to whom I invariably reply within in a day or two. The most interesting writing occurs when I record whatever happens to be on my mind, addressed to no one at all, perhaps not even to myself. I am fascinated by the paradox that I have no way of ascertaining whether what I write is totally absurd or whether it makes sense. I am pleased to have retained my capacity for delight with the ironies of existence. My very best wishes to yourself and to Carrie. Love, Jochen