| Author(s) | Friedrich Engels |
|---|---|
| Written | 1 May 1852 |
ENGELS TO MARX
IN LONDON
Manchester, 1 May 1852
Dear Marx,
Enclosed a 30/- POST OFFICE ORDER, which is all I can spare for the moment. True, you will not be able to cash the thing tomorrow, on account of its being Sunday, but at least you know that you've got it. Should I find myself able to send off more of the same later on this month, you can be sure you'll get it come what may, but just now I cannot say.
It's very nice to hear that the little man[1] has turned up and is getting on well, and it is all to the good that he has, for the time being, found A FRIEND IN NEED, A FRIEND INDEED in Anschütz. He must visit me some time this summer, once I have seen the back of my old man.
As to the question of the biographical sketches of the great men,[2] I have, oddly enough, long been turning over in my mind a similar idea for an alphabetically arranged collection of such biographies, which could continually be added to and kept in readiness for the great moment 'when it all starts', and then they could all at once be precipitated into the world. As for the publisher's offer, £25 is not to be sneezed at, but we must not forget that, however great the ano- and pseudonymity, everyone will realise de quel côté ces flèches viennent[3] and the responsibility would be laid at both our doors. If published in Germany under the present regime, the thing would seem to be supporting the reactionaries, and not even prefaces expressing the most irreproachable views in the world would make it seem otherwise. And that is always fatal. If the affair were restricted to a few—say, a dozen—of the more noteworthy jackasses, Kinkel, Hecker, Struve, Willich, Vogt and so forth, it might be more feasible, for the omission of our own names would not then matter very much and the things could be taken as issuing direct from the reactionaries. At any rate we ought, if possible, to write it together.[4] So decide what you think is best and nous verrons. £25 valent bien un peu de scandale[5]
Cluss' letter will be returned next week. I'll do the thing for Szerelmey.[6] By midday today the Americans had not yet arrived, maybe they are waiting for me now at home.
Your
F. E.