...All that you write about Mannheim I know already-but I never like to write about anything prematurely. Everything will be all right. In my next letter, I may perhaps be able to tell you something very good for you, but only good for me, or something very bad in your eyes, but tolerable in mine; or it may be something tolerable for you, but very good, precious and valuable for me! Rather in the style of an oracle, is it not? Well, it is obscure, yet intelligible...   Well, there's nothing left for me to write except to wish you all a thoroughly good rest and that you will all sleep soundly until I wake you with this present letter. Adieu. I kiss Papa's hands 100,000,000 times and embrace my sister, that darling blister, with all my heart, until I smart, just a little or not at all, and remain your most obedient son, hoping away you will not run,                                                                                                      Wolfgang Amade' Mozart Knight of the Golden Spur, and soon as I marry, of the Double Horn, Member of the Grand Academies of Verona and Bologna. Oui, mon ami!

November 22, 1777