Vienna, January 13, 1912
IX., Berggasse 19

Dear friend,

I can imagine how anxiously you are awaiting news from me. But I can't tell you much. There is nothing up to now that would justify unfavorable conclusions, but also nothing decidedly favorable. She is quite inhibited, obviously wants to be the good child, to please, to be treated with tenderness; fears loss of love if she admits something. Consciously she is quite well behaved, but the ucs. portions are not coming out right. We are in the processes of raising a long-buried propping by the father [Vateranlehnung].1 She is one of those children who, very spoiled by the father in the first few years, have felt the unavoidable loss of intimacy as neglect. It seems that all her attitudes and desires go back to this factor; hence, the yearning to