[Bremen] April 28, 1839 Dear Marie, You too are only going to get a little from me today so that I can get on to my comedy which I want to send you. It is quite true that the gentlemen ate six crates of macaroons. You can believe it or not, just as you like, but there were about 600 people. Serves you right that you've got nettle-rash. Your fingers are always itching because you want to do something silly. Now you've got something to itch about. You are an old itching machine, and always will be. And I advise you not to leave any empty spaces in your letter, otherwise I'll fill them with caricatures so as not to get out of practice. Dios, my dear Marie. Friedrich This scrawl is called stenography. The Dressing-up. Comedy in I act, for Marie Scene 1 I could have gone on with it but time will not allow. The post goes in half an hour, so I'll close. Your brother Friedrich
Letters: Letters of Frederick Engels