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Haifa, Mount Carmel, Beth Moses
29. x. 34
Dear Father Frued,
I was delighted with your two cards, as I am indeed with every token of your hand; but I hope you will read Bonaparte yourself and that you will enjoy it. Practical matters should and shall be dealt with as of secondary importance: there is an agency with the pungent name of Pfeffer and there are other possible contacts too, e.g. Erich Ziegel's Viennese Kammerspiele—all this need not worry us. But what does worry me is the thought that you regard the situation as so menacing for psychoanalysis. Eitingon, to whom I passed on your comments in confidence, thought the danger to be less great and he maintained that if Totem and Taboo and the Future of an Illusion had not brought Pater Schmidt down upon you, then the Moses novel would not do it either. But a book that appeared long ago is one thing, a totally new one quite another. The latter might bring the trouble to a head; there I must reluctantly agree with you. But is this trouble inevitable? Could you not send a Moses ms. here? From what Eitingon says it must be a daring and exciting work; and from hints that you yourself have let fall, I get furious at the thought that we are to suffer such deprivation and that you should think of shutting up such a piece of work in a drawer, as Grillparzer did with his Libussa.1