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Budapest, May 15, 1911
VII., Erzsébet-körút 54
Dear Professor,
This time I will reply very briefly and epigrammatically, since I would still like to mail this letter today.
I am gladly prepared to get in touch with Jung, even without your intervention, and perhaps spend a part of my vacation in Zurich. The question is only whether I should offer to collaborate with him—or wait for his invitation. Perhaps (after your letter) he will give some sign of life. In any case, I have the best intentions with regard to cooperation.—What do you think?
You forgot to enclose the Korrespondenzblatt; for that reason I don't know the later date that Jung has proposed. I presume the 25th to the 27th of September, or the like.—I, too, opt for the latter.
I could arrange my vacation time as follows: I would come to you (Lake Caldonazzo?) at the end of August, stay ten days, then go to Jung's around the 6th-7th of September (if the understanding between us comes about), stay there until your arrival with your wife, leave you alone for a while with Jung and endeavor to spend another 1-2 days before the Congress with you (—perhaps with Jung, which would make three of us).
Part of my concern for my brother is certainly a death wish toward the eldest; part has turned out to be real: the microscopic examination showed syphilis + an epithelial growth, about which it can't be determined with certainty whether it is leukoplakia or epithelioma.1 —He is not the one from Berlin,2 but the one in Miskolcz who lives with my mother, the 50-year-old president of an orphans' agency, Doctor of Laws.—
Nothing special to report about transference experiments; something like the following: A Gypsy woman prophesied to a hysteric suffering from a wish to have children that she would have children. She responded: “I have one already”—and pointed to an adopted girl. “She isn't your own”, said the Gypsy, even though that was a “closely guarded secret of hers, unknown to everyone in the house.”—(Perhaps it isn't such a