All changes, that you dictate to me, I accept without hesitation. I would probably cut every chapter, if you want it that way. Not, because i believe, that you doctor of this thing- language and such – have a taste, who surpasses everything. I do not know either, as far as your suggestion goes, your heart …. BUT: everything, what you tell me, in connection with this “Work” is fine with me, the formal adjustment or the deletion of content, the eradicating, cut out…. To destroy ….. understand, it is so: I no longer want to decide and think for myself as the navigator and creator of my novel! After so many years, since I was leading this boat alone, I prefer nothing, than never again be captain over such a subjective matter. She has been in danger of drowning for many years…. and when you, with a few slim ones, accurate advice shows me this last way, then everything is fine with me. It's ghastly, to weave literature in one piece, over so many years, without ever colliding with another captain, it's ghastly, how great and oppressive freedom becomes. If you don't like the title, so after many years this title is no longer the title. And I'm happy, how little all of this still affects me. We save, what can still be saved. We clean. I don't believe in a port. No, I don't believe in ports. Not even their silhouettes on the horizon. Tangible: there must be a goal. Tangible. And. To brush, we tighten. Let's leave the chapter “It is absurd course” slide into the garbage can. A garbage can is not a hermetically sealed space.