Despite the shabby evidence, Fromm is finally convinced he has separated the wheat from the chaff of psychoanalysis, Marxism, and the social sciences in general, and has synthesized the formula for the best of all possible worlds. Psychoanalysis is grossly misrepresented. While 'psychoanalysts' are repeatedly disparaged and assailed for being narrow, instinct-bound, and unaware of 'man' and his real aspirations, no picture of contemporary psychoanalytic thought and no intimation of psychoanalysis as a developing discipline is offered the reader. Thus the canard is maintained that psychoanalysis is a cult, worshipping Freud. Fromm does have a few kind words to say about Harry Stack Sullivan, but, alas, Sullivan too shows the stigmata of 'alienation' and the 'marketing orientation', however preferable he is to Freud.