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Vienna, April 9, 1919
IX., Berggasse 19
Dear friend,
Many thanks for your letters, both of which arrived here today and yesterday. I would like to write to you very often, if I could expect that the letters would also arrive. I didn't receive a letter from Toni to which you seem to be referring me, so I took it upon myself to request from the bank the transfer of both accounts to Vienna.
That rascal Rank is having a good time in Switzerland; he isn't supposed to come until Friday. Before that happens, I naturally don't know what to report, but I conclude from a letter from Geneva that he certainly took into account in all his arrangements the uncertainty of our situation. Just as his work up to now has been altogether flawless.
Simmel has finally sent the manuscript; no. I and no. 2 of the International Ψα Library are therefore as good as finished; the others are progressing in a sprightly manner.
When Rank is here again things will continue with a heave-ho.
Practice still holding up with me; right now I have little interest in it and am not satisfied with the results. Somehow these times have also loosened everything up here. I would very much like to know to what extent you are able to work. By far the most significant thing is the treatment with Frau Dubovicz, with whom I am proceeding very cautiously. From her I also know what the essay by Börne that you designated for Imago intends. The matter is uncommonly plausible to me; I received Börne very early as a present, perhaps for my 13th birthday, read him with great enthusiasm, always had a strong recollection of some of these little essays. Naturally not the one on cryptomnesia. When I reread it, I was astonished at how much some things that are in there correspond almost word for word with some things that I have always represented and thought. So he could really be the source of my originality.1
Our food is still, despite all the generosity of the Entente, meager and miserable, actually a starvation diet. The threaten