As yet I cannot send you any definite news about myself. Sometimes I seem to be better, then again I seem to be jogging along in the old rut or even to be settling down to a prolonged indisposition. – If only I could express my thoughts about my illness in as definite terms as I can express my thoughts in music, then I could help myself – Today too I must still remain in bed – All good wishes. Enjoy your good health, dear A[malie].
Your friend
Beethoven