I believe that it would make an enormous difference to me if Gauguin was here, because the days pass now without saying a word to anyone. Ah, well. In any case, his letter gave me tremendous pleasure. Being too long alone in the country you become dull-witted, and not just yet—but this winter, I could become sterile from that. Now this danger will no longer exist if he comes, because we won’t be short of ideas.