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Paris
16 Oct. 38
Dear Father Freud,
Before continents and oceans divide us once more, I must thank you again and say au revoir. It was certainly exhausting for you and it was painful for me to appear in your presence with my affairs in such disarray. But I have continued to try to make myself calmer and I shall go on trying. I am so happy to have seen you established in your temporary home with everything round you so bright and green. I am happy too that you are able to go on working at your own desk surrounded by your beautiful little gods,1 employing that indefatigable discernment which is your prerogative. And to have seen you in the setting of your new home, with your heart, your great silent love, your great silent suffering for our wretchedly divided humanity. I am already looking forward to seeing your garden when I return in the spring or summer.
You have successfully interpreted and unravelled my psychological make-up. But all the other elements within