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Berggasse 19,
Vienna IX,
6.4.1922
Dear Dr Pfister,
Thank you for your latest book, which arrived to-day, after your letter. All I know of it so far is from opening the
parcel, but I suspect that it will be my favourite among the creatures of your mind and, in spite of Jesus Christ and occasional obeisances to anagogics, the closest to my own way of thinking. Complete objectivity requires a person who takes less pleasure in life than you do; you insist on finding something edifying in it. True, it is only in old age that one is converted to the grim heavenly pair λóγoζ xαì αváγxη.
Rorschach's death is very sad. I shall write a few words to his widow to-day. My impression is that perhaps you overrate him as an analyst; I note with pleasure from your letter the high esteem in which you hold him as a man. Of course no-one but you shall write the tribute to him in the journal, and please write it soon.
Your admirable rebuff to Lipps1 serves him right. I think you have summed up Häberlin admirably.2 In the matter of H. it is hard to know what to advise. It often happens that excellent and serious men cannot help hurting each other, because otherwise they cannot give full expression to their love. It is not to be taken too seriously.
When we talk about you, we always think of your astonishing capacity for and pleasure in work, the very things for which with less justification you praise me.
With cordial greetings and thanks,
Yours,
Freud