Dear Gleichenstein,
The
night before last I had a dream in which you seem to be in
a stable, where you were absolutely bewitched and captivated
by a couple of splendid horses, so that you forgot everything
around you.
Your
purchase of a hat has been a failure, for yesterday already, as
I came out here very early in the morning, it developed a tear.
Seeing that this hat cost too much for us to be so horribly swindled,
you must see that those people take it back and give you another
one. In the meantime you may tell that to those vile tradespeople;
and I will return it to you -- It is really too bad --
Yesterday
and today I have been very ill, and I still have a terrible headache
-- Heaven help me to get rid of it - I have quite enough with
one complaint -- If you can, send me Bahrdt's translation of Tacitus
-- More news next time. I feel so wretched that I can only write
a few lines -- All good wishes and -- think of my dream and of
me --
your
faithful
Beethoven