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[Shortly before 10 July 1931]
[Vienna] XVIII, Khevenhüllerstr. 6
Dear Lou
Please note the new address. We are spending the summer—still in Vienna, it is true—but in unbelievable beauty, peace and closeness to nature in so-called Poetzleinsdorf. And now let me make a confession. The move, which was not an easy one, interrupted me in my reading of your essay—which bears the so personal title of ‘My Thanks’—on p. 39. Only today has it come to hand again and I will now continue reading it.
I cannot conceal the fact that in the interval I have had all kinds of unpleasant experiences with my prosthesis, which as usual have brought my better interests to a standstill.
And I notice again how my memory for recent events has declined. I am not even sure whether I have ever acknowledged the receipt of your essay. And did we come to any agreement as to what should happen to it? For I refuse to let it die—after the impression left on me by the first part of it.
If you will answer these questions, I will write to you again after I have finished reading it.
I should like of course for you to be in the best of health, but how does one bring that about? How does one even discover how you are?
With cordial greetings,
Yours,
Freud