bury myself down there as well – and get some rest,

but then there is Engel and my two children,

who must go hungry and suffer, – I guess I have

not told You, that we have a little ½ year

^5-month-old boy, who is called Arnold – we named

him that, because he was born on the day Arnold

Böklin died – (my old love

for Böklin persists despite the scorn of artists)

I know no artist, who despite the external

differences is nevertheless in his innermost being

more similar to Munch than he.)

I wanted to attempt to paint a little again

now, but lack of money for paints (I owe

the paint supplier) – if only I had a sack of

flour left and a little medicine – dare I ask You to

send me no more than 10 grams of

potassium iodine per post – it fits into a re-

gular letter. I dare not ask Meyer for

more flour should I? He does not accept payment,

and then it is considered begging. I have accumulated

a number prints of the one with the moon, so

that You might have something to choose from and

for Your daughter I have printed up again the

landscape – "summer night and large mountain", which

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