… Things are fermenting in me, but I have finished nothing. I am well satisfied with the psychology: I am tormented with grave doubts about my theory of the neuroses. I am very sluggish in my mind and have not succeeded here in calming the agitation in my head and feelings; that can only happen in Italy.

After having been very cheerful here, I am now enjoying a period of ill-temper. The chief patient I am concerned with is myself. My mild hysteria (very much aggravated by work, however) has been resolved one piece further: but the rest is still at a standstill. It is on that my mood mainly depends. The analysis is more difficult than any other. It, too, is what paralyses my psychical strength for describing and communicating what I have achieved so far. But I think it must be done, and is a necessary intermediate stage in my work.