By no means extraordinary, but ordinary and mediocre quill-master, we are again awaiting an extraordinary product of your quill energy. For we are suffering quite wretchedly from your ordinariness. – We are attached to you in a very curious way, neither warmly nor coldly. We are ill again, and we trust that you too will soon sicken after some lavish banquet at the Erdödys – We wish you all that is devilish, so that you may learn to recognize more clearly what is true and good –
Your
Beethoven