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Vienna, March 12, 1916
IX., Berggasse 19
Dear friend,
It certainly seems to follow from your last letter that you are afraid of the father. The physiological derivatives in your [letter] of today are less illuminating to me. One must be able to decide whether one loves a woman or not even with stuffed-up nostrils. Of course, I know how difficult it is to differentiate between the psychic and the somatic in one's own person.
I am sorry that your coming here is so much delayed. You should—one way or another—be able to take a leave for Vienna. An Easter trip is becoming more and more improbable for me. First of all, one can hardly go anywhere anymore; one gets nothing, everything is insanely expensive, and, second, my household now consists of three persons, including me. My wife has been in Hamburg for two days, Anna will go on a hiking tour over Easter, and it is hardly a very friendly thing then to leave my sister-in-law alone in the apartment over the holiday.
It has been so long since I wrote to you that I no longer know the extent to which you have been informed. My son-in-law is still in sick bay;1 according to the photographs that were sent, he looks well. I am finished with the second (Dream) delivery, am supposed to get it to press, but still haven't seen a line of proof from the first one. Sachs is doing everything possible in taking care of business. My practice is increasing unambiguously but can't keep pace with the increase in all the prices. Stärcke's translation of Everyday Life2 has come into being and has already been paid