Bestsellers, American, 1895-1923
My daughter Christine, who wrote me these letters, died at a hospital in Stuttgart on the morning of August 8th, 1914, of acute double pneumonia. I have kept the letters private for nearly three years, because, apart from the love in them that made them sacred things in days w...
I don't know why I always think of Bach first when I write about music. I think of him first as naturally when I think of music as I think of Wordsworth first when I think of po...
8. Chapter 8I don't know what I played. It was the violin that played while I held it and listened. I forgot everybody,--forgot Kloster critically noting what I did wrong, and forgot, so co...
4. Chapter 4They made me play after supper. Actually Kloster brought out his Strad and said I should play on that. It was evident he thought it important for me to play to these particular...
7. Chapter 7Wasn't it a good thing he sat down. I felt so much happier. But just as it was at the meals at Frau Berg's so it was at the coffee party here,--I was singled out and talked to,...
9. Chapter 9You know, my beloved one, I'd much rather be at Frau Berg's in Berlin and independent, and able to see Bernd whenever he can come, without saying dozens of thank you's and may I...
6. Chapter 6This is such a sweet place, little mother. I've got the dearest little clean bare bedroom, so attractive after the grim splendours of my drawingroom-bedroom at Frau Berg's. You...
1. Chapter 1My daughter Christine, who wrote me these letters, died at a hospital in Stuttgart on the morning of August 8th, 1914, of acute double pneumonia. I have kept the letters private...
12. Chapter 12I don't know what is happening, but the Koseritzes have suddenly turned different to me. They're making me feel more and more uncomfortable and strange. And there's a gloom abou...
3. Chapter 3I asked Kloster about anniversaries when I went for my lesson on Friday. He is a very human little man, full of sympathy,---the sort of comprehending sympathy that laughs and un...
10. Chapter 10The Colonel, who was sitting on one side of me, laughed, raised his glass, and begged me to permit him to drink my health and the health of that luckiest of young men, Lieutenan...
11. Chapter 11"_Oh pardon--aber meine Gnadigste--tausendmal pardon--" he protested the next minute in a voice of tremendous solicitude, having been pushed rather hard and suddenly against me...
5. Chapter 5Of course they talk of nothing else at every meal here now but the Archduke's murder. It's the impudence of the Servians that chiefly makes them gasp. That they should dare! Dr....