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My darling Wife,
The sound of your dear voice has really put some life into me in a most magical way … It has even had the effect of making me get out my own group paper1 and look at it. There really is a big difficulty about this. I think that to psychoanalyse patients properly – and I think I am doing this quite well at the moment – one has to keep one's touch concentrated on that sort of outlook; one should not do something too close to it – either analysis only or else something quite different, a complete change. They say you should never play a game with a stationary ball, like golf, when you are trying to play well in a game with a moving ball, like tennis. It is something of that sort. Anyhow I often feel after throwing myself into group work that I do very bad analysis just after it. Of course it may be illusory.
The other paper I spoke about was an expansion of my membership paper.2 This is I believe a really good paper and it very badly needs expansion and publication. Probably I had better concentrate on that at least till the summer holiday. However there is no harm in keeping the thread of the other in mind so I can get off to a flying start. It is maddening when one's interest shifts from a subject too much.
My darling I love you: I can't tell you how much better I feel for hearing the sound of your voice on the phone. I feel jealous and envious of Bournemouth to think you are there and I'm so far away …
P.S. Since June 9th 1951, your husband. How satisfying it is to write that. Your husband. My darling wife Francesca.