By the way
here's another sample of Oswald's stupidity; directly after the wire:
"Finis with Jubilation" came another which ought to have arrived first,
for it had been handed in 4 hours earlier, with nothing but the word
"Through" [Durch]. Mother was frightfully upset by it for she was afraid
it really meant _failed_ [durchgefallen], and that the other telegram
had been only an idiotic joke. Dora and I would never condescend to such
horseplay. Father always says Oswald will sow all his wild oats at the
university, but he said to-day that he was not going to the university,
but would study mining, and then perhaps law.
July 29th. It's sickeningly dull here, I simply don't know what to do;
I really can't read and swing the whole day long, and Dora has become as
dull as she used to be; that is, even duller, for not only does she
not quarrel, but she won't talk, that is she won't talk about _certain
things_. She is perfectly crazy about the baby of the young couple
in the mezzanin; he's 10 months old, and I can't see what she sees to
please her in such a little pig; she's always carrying him about and
yesterday he made her all wet, I wished her joy of it. It made her
pretty sick, and I hope it will cure her infatuation.
Thank goodness to-morrow is my birthday, that will be a bit of a change.
To-morrow we are going to the Parapluie Berg, but I hope we shan't want
our umbrellas.
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