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Baden Baden, March 16, 1925
Dear Professor,
I feel like writing and would like to tell you that I am thinking of you. It may gradually emerge why the urge is so vivid at the moment to actually make me write. The last few years have not been quiet for me, now it seems to be better again. Above all there is a growing urge to sum up my experiences since 1920. In what form this should be done I don't yet know. I am drawn neither to the irony of The Seeker of Souls nor to the curiously mixed mood of The Book of the It. Something autobiographical is stirring in me; at least I am busy reading all sorts of memoirs and dreaming vaguely about how something like this could be done analytically. Presumably one should stick to the actual course of one's life. Yet I can imagine an associative form as well.
And this is the reason why I am longing for you so much. In an analytical biography of that kind you would play an important part. The pater peccavi comes into my mind. And everything that should go into the book will, before I accept it, have to wait until I have told you of my plan. This does not mean officially that it will be carried out.
Greetings to everybody who is interested in me and warmest regards
Your grateful disciple Groddeck