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Vienna IX, Berggasse 19
25. x. 33
Dear Meister Arnold,
A pleasure to hear from you. Probably you cannot yet decide when to follow your wife and children to the Holy Land.
I am fit to work once again but I cannot climb my stairs, am therefore under house arrest. I think this time I have established my right to a sudden fatal heart attack, not a bad prospect. It was a coronary thrombosis; however, I am still alive and as I do not smoke any more I am hardly likely to write anything again—except letters. It reminds me of that Chasen1 of whom it was said: he'll live, but he won't sing. I have no friends in Paris, only pupils. My favourite and the most interesting, Princess George of Greece (Marie Bonaparte), is in Denmark at the moment. Of the others I might mention Dr. Laforgue and Dr. R. Löwenstein (formerly of Berlin). But I have a son in Paris—Oliver,2 who with wife and child lives in 16me, 36 rue George Sand. He is a civil engineer, a very talented man, knows everything, excellent at his job; nice wife and charming little daughter. I'm afraid he will not achieve anything in Paris. I'd be very pleased if you could meet him. I will send him your address. I like thinking of you both together.
Ever yours
Freud
Chasen: Hebrew for the precentor in the synagogue.
Oliver Freud, born 1891, Freud's second son.