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Vienna, September 24, 1917
IX., Berggasse 19
Dear friend,
No, I soon calmed down. The letter that Rank sent to me shortly thereafter (unread) sounded satisfactory, and your letter of today likewise. There remains only an interesting analytic task and the fact that you still won't grant yourself the achievement of your goal. Enough, the matter stands.
Too bad you didn't fly over here, and not because of the groceries. What we lack, you also no longer have. On the whole one nourishes oneself better in the city than in spring and summer. But we would have chatted again. I believe that you are now unable to do anything beyond what you are doing at present. But I hope you won't withdraw your hand from the Zeitschrift.
I am making progress in this tranquillity, and am thus also working without passion. “A Childhood Recollection from Dichtung und Wahrheit” has been delivered for Imago. At present I am composing a third contribution to love life: The Taboo of Virginity and Sexual Bondage1 (based on Roszi Freund). You see, nothing is too small for me. Perhaps I will even grab hold of our big Lamarck work, if everything remains favorable. The practice is still not so strong that it demands reaction activity. Only six patients, all men, in this time in which there is a dearth of men; only two of them Hungarians. But I am still expecting two to three. But I would certainly not take Fräulein Berger. The case looks like a bulbar paralysis,2 amyotrophy,3 multiple sclerosis, etc. I am certain, by the way, that I have not seen it, perhaps corresponded or given written advice about it. My