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[Göttingen] 23.xii.32
Dear Professor Freud,*
The book221 you sent me was like a kind of pre-Christmas present, and I have been holding many conversations with you about it in these last few weeks—it was almost like speaking to you face to face, so happily aware did it make me of your presence. How gladly would I enter into a detailed discussion of some of the chapters! But there is an absurd obstacle in the way of this, and that is also the reason for this illegible scrawl: I have, namely, to lie quite flat as on an ironing board. (But not, like some years ago, because of an injury to my foot; it is only a slight irritation of the kidneys, probably a chill.)
Meanwhile I have had direct news of you through Eva Rosen-feld.222 It was very nice to have her here and to hear all she had to say. She went on to stay with her son and must in turn have talked about me, for I received from Frau D. in Marienau an astonishingly warm and sympathetic letter.
Please tell my Anna that I won't be able to write until much later. I wonder what it's like in Hochrotherd now? Here the weather is radiant, like a continuous performance on the part of sun and moon alternatively, in an unbelievably cloudless sky.