Lindsey’s Reviews > Letters to Felice > Status Update

(Nov 12-1912) Yes, that would be lovely, to read this story to you, while I would have to hold your hand, for the story is a little frightening. It is called Metamorphosis, and it would thoroughly scare you, you might not want to hear a word of it, for alas! I scare you enough every day with my letters. the only story I’ve read from him so far, 3/5 story for me

I shall have a word with Franz this afternoon—needless to say, without mentioning your letter. I will then write to you at once unless, as I hope, the situation has meanwhile been cleared up, in which case it would be superfluous.—All I ask is that you should make allowances for Franz and his often pathological sensitivity. Felice wrote to his friend cause Franz is too negative about himself lol

if you don’t write after tomorrow’s letter I shan’t worry about it any more. I used to say to myself: “She doesn’t write,” and that was bad, but now I shall say: “Dearest, so you have gone for a walk,” and that can only give me pleasure. healthy thinking Franz 👍🏻

Hold on to the delusion that you need me; think yourself more deeply into it. It won’t do you any harm, you know, and if one day you want to get rid of me you will always have the strength to do so; but meanwhile you have given me a gift such as I never even dreamt of finding in this life. lol the delusion

I wasn’t paying much attention to where I was going, and a carriage only just missed me. Still deep in thought, I stamped my foot and uttered something inarticulate. At that moment I felt downright furious that I hadn’t been run over. Needless to say, the coachman misunderstood and swore at me—quite rightly. relatable lol

Now I have expanded my life to accommodate my thoughts about you, and there is hardly a quarter of an hour of my waking time when I haven’t thought about you, and many quarter-hours when I do nothing else. this was underlined a lot by others so I figured I'd add this to my memory bank ✅ I think Franz likes Felice

I have written them down to counter your remark that little notice was taken of you that evening, and also because I have resisted far too long the desire to write down my memories of that evening before they are forgotten. relatable

what good does it do me to learn about your visits to the theater if I don’t know everything that happened before and after, if I don’t know what you wore, which day of the week it was, what the weather was like, whether you dined before or after, where you sat, in what kind of mood you were and why, and so on Agreed, Franz.

But why haven’t you written to me?—It is possible, and from the manner of that letter even probable, that there was something foolish in it that may have disconcerted you, but it is not possible that the good intention behind my every word could have escaped you. I love how open and honest he is with his anxiety to another person he’s getting to know. Authenticity >, I feel it could scare some away

I am chattering about my last letter instead of telling you all I have to say. Please understand why that first letter has assumed such importance for me. It is because you answered it with the letter that lies here beside me, which has made me absurdly happy and upon which I am now laying my hand to be conscious of owning it. Please write me another one soon. I really wanna write letters now