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Baden Baden, Werderstr. 14,5.12.1923
Dear Professor,
Your letter confirmed what I had heard by way of rumour. I am sad, I cannot say more about it.
You ask about the Swedish translation88. The fact that this letter is typed89 shows you how far it has progressed. I am about to type out a clean copy. As far as I manage to be impartial I feel
that this first attempt has been very successful. We shall travel to Sweden at the end of January and shall talk to the publisher in person. The lectures will be translated next. Then, if you are agreeable, The Interpretation of Dreams.
I have been asked to give talks in Harlem and Stockholm, also perhaps in Copenhagen. Typing the Swedish text helps me polish up my knowledge of the language.
The sanatorium is closed until the middle of March, thus I have time for work. But so far I have not been in the mood. The second part of The Seeker of Souls has not yet surfaced enough for me to write it down. I want it to be good. The Book of the It I had already distanced myself from before I wrote it.
Now I must come back to your illness once more. I have become so enamoured with my views that I cannot believe in incurable diseases. Failure is due to the doctor, it is not inherent in the illness. Yet the doctor has to be willing and the patient, too. Since you are both in one person, only one of them will have to be persuaded to be willing. It is not fitting that the egg wants to be cleverer than the hen. But I love you and cannot do without you.
This is the first letter I have written on the typewriter. Maybe the mistakes show you what has got repressed. I am, as ever,
your grateful disciple Groddeck