Brief von Ernest Jones, 15. Juni 1923, London1

Dear Friends:

At last another Rundbrief, though a short one, from me. I am exceedingly grateful for the kind messages you all sent, which I have separately answered, and am glad to say that I have made a good recovery from the operation, though I am still suffering badly from neuritis. The arrears of work that have accumulated are desperate.

I am sorry that there is no good report as yet to give of the Press. The delays are proving very serious indeed, partly due to the economic disorganisation in Germany and partly to the great difficulty of getting our material transferred from Vienna. This transition period is most trying and difficult, but one cannot pass judgement on the new system until it has been fairly in operation, which is not-yet the case.

I was grieved to hear the bad news about the French translation, and only someone who like myself has witnessed the results of such things for years can estimate how powerfully they operate among the educated classes. In France the sensitiveness about language is even greater than in England. I only wish I could convey to you my sense of the importance of the matter, but I have tried for years to do so with very limited success.

Brill and Oberndorf, who with Frink are the coeditors of the Journal on the American side, have written me very strong letters of complaint about Frink. It seems that he has not only ignored them in the most tactless manner, but has gone out of his way to insult them both. Even after making due allowance for the known sensitiveness of the two writers I am bound to conclude that Frink has not taken much trouble to conciliate them. I am of course doing all I possibly can to restore the peace all round.

Hamlet is being played in New York by Barrymore2 on the lines of psa.

Berlin. Miss Sharpe3 read in May a most excellent paper on the analysis of Francis Thompson4, religious poet, showing aesthetic appreciation as