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[Göttingen, soon after 9 May 1931]
Dear Professor Freud,
There, I actually have a letter from you written in your own hand—many thousand thanks! I also felt ashamed myself; you are entitled to your astonishment—and yet not quite to the extent you think. For I went on counting up the years when things had gone well, up to the frightful prosthesis; I kept remembering my last conversation with Abraham,214 who said: ‘After a while we needn't worry about that any more’—i.e., about there being any renewed pain and suffering. And now they have nevertheless been renewed; and you already know my paltry philosophy of life, according to which I hold physical sufferings to be the worst. And now actually in the region of the oral cavity, which can neither be bandaged nor insulated.