Your news has again plunged me from the heights of the most sublime ecstasy down into the depths – And why did you add the remark that you would let me know when there would be music again? Am I then nothing more than a music-maker for yourself or the others? – At any rate, your remark can be interpreted thus. Therefore only in my own heart can I again find something to lean upon; and so for me there is to be no support outside. No, friendship and emotions of that kind only spell wounds for me – Well, so be it. For you, poor B[eethoven], no happiness can come from outside. You must create everything for yourself in your own heart; and only in the world of ideals can you find friends – I beseech you to set my mind at rest by letting me know whether I was to blame yesterday. Or if you cannot do that, tell me the truth. I am as glad to hear it as I am to speak it – There is still time; truths can still be of use to me – All good wishes – Do not let your special friend Dorner hear anything about all this.