My beloved Maria,
You need to know how I really feel and not think of me as a saint carved out of stone. And I can’t imagine that you would want to be married to someone like that—based on my study of church history, I would not recommend it. So then, so you can have a picture:
I am sitting in 90 degree heat with my shirt-sleeves rolled up and collar open after having enjoyed my evening bread and hot flour-soup. I am sitting at my writing desk thinking of you with great longing.
I would like to drive with you through the forest and to the water. I would like to swim and then lie down with you somewhere in the shadows and listen to you, just listen without speaking myself.
As you see, these are very earthly and palpable wishes that I have, and in the same way I let myself indulge in a very earthly and lively disgust for my present condition, for a while.