Carmel, 1 Feb. 37

Dear Father Freud,

We have just spent a week in Jerusalem with Eitingon, who was alone at home and wanted visitors to cheer up his loneliness. We heard from him that you have again had to have a small operation and that Jofi is dead. Since then I have not been able to get the memory of that beautiful, noble, intelligent creature out of my mind. We are silently agreed about the epoch we live in where terrible things are happening to mankind all over the globe and every moment, even now while I am writing this and you are reading it. But that does not take away from the weight of loss we feel when something we love dies, even though it is a creature