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Berggasse 19,
Vienna IX,
26.5.1929
Dear Dr Pfister,
So far you are the only one whom I have not thanked for sending me birthday greetings. Now I do so, and I am glad that it is done. Life is in any case not easy, its value is doubtful, and having to be grateful for reaching the age of seventy-three seems to be one of those unfairnesses which my friend Pfister puts up with better than I. However, if you promise never to do it again, I shall once more forgive you, just as you seem to forgive me a lot of things, including The Future of an Illusion.
With cordial greetings,
Yours,
Freud