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Internationale Zeitschrift für Ärztliche Psychoanalyse
Budapest, September 2, 1914
Dear Professor,
I have just learned by way of my mother that you did not receive my card with the temporary cancellation in time. So, I have allowed myself to be deceived by the already frequently tested punctuality of the mails and in so doing spoiled your Sunday. Please excuse this negligence; I have subsequently examined myself honestly and know myself to be free of any bad intention; nevertheless, I shouldn't have settled for the card but should have telegraphed you as well.
The newest escape that should lead me out of this monotony is an attempt at self-analysis. The idea, to be sure, came to me only today; but I notice that I could still at least begin this work at a time when I lack all concentration for other activity. But I have on no account totally given up the other idea (to be analyzed by you). As far as I know, September 7 is the last day on which people of the Home Guard and so-called A-class officers1 will be called up. If I am still free on the 7th, then I will go to Vienna the same day.—
Elma's fiancé2 suddenly appeared here and wants to conclude the marriage with a dispensation3 in a few days. On this occasion I had to ascertain that my uecs. is still hanging on to her by a few threads and that these threads are perhaps stronger than I have been willing to acknowledge. That would explain some things for which I can't give any logical reasons. The fait accompli will—I hope—also bring my ucs. fantasies to a standstill.
The feverish excitement over the first news about the big battle in the north4 gave way (in me, at least) to a kind of fatalism. Incidentally, I also have the feeling that all these events are only episodes, and, considered sub specie of Ψα, they don't have much significance.