Tell me more about your daily life in Berlin, the people you see, the
houses you go to, the attitude, kind or otherwise, of your chief. Tell
me these things, instead of swamping me with subtleties of sentiment. I
don't understand subtleties, and I fear and despise sentiment as a
certain spoiler of plain bread-and-butter happiness. There should be no
sentiment between friends. The moment there is they leave off being just
friends; and is not that what we both most want to be?