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Vienna, December 29, 1921
Dear Doctor,
The delay in answering your latest letter is due to sordid everyday
and has now had one result, namely that I can wish you all the best and most beautiful things for the coming year 1922, and for myself, at the same time, the restoration of omnipotence of thought so that my wishes will bear fruit.
I am most grateful for your repeated invitations to come to Baden Baden. It is good to know of an asylum where one could always go if one's strength should fail. Yet so far I am still pulling hard and am thinking of the English saying: ‘There is still life in the old dog.’
Quite imperceptibly I have recently moved into old age, no longer write anything myself and instead read other people's manuscripts. Hardly treat any patients, but train analysts by self-analysis (one patient to nine students).
When the remainder of your manuscript arrives I shall put aside all others in order not to delay printing. I was very pleased by the news that our foolish friend did not have an accident but will continue to tell us about himself. Don Quixote also had a second part.