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Vienna, May 14, 1920
IX., Berggasse 19
Dear friend,
After not writing to you for so long (thanks for the misprints!), I can give you good news today. The analytic fund received a big gift from America, approximately a million crowns, through the mediation of Eitingon and as just a little something for the sixth of the month.1 To be sure, our books and periodicals demand so much that we are still not rich, but we are protected from threatened bankruptcy, and we can hold on again for a while. Up to now I have done nothing with it except give Rank 1000 crown and Reik 500 crown monthly raises,2 which was urgently necessary and to which you will, I hope, be agreeable.
Incidentally, I am in favor of not letting the fact be known beyond our most intimate circle. Eitingon himself asks that his name not be mentioned, according to a “famous pattern,” which also reveals itself in the fact that the collection is being continued in America. The main contributor could be a brother-in-law and nephew of Eitingon, whom he always presented to me as a personality of the same caliber as Toni; we will gladly accept that similarity.
If we still get something from the other quarters—we will energetically pursue the matter with Varga—then we still have to be concerned about paper, just as important as money. Rank is taking great pains over it. My “Lectures” are supposed to be being readied at Prochaska's,3 I am just now proofreading “Everyday Life,” and I am making the necessary changes in the “Theory of Sexuality.”4
My condition has improved; Martha is still in Hamburg, Annerl is going to Berlin Monday morning to Ernst's wedding with Lucie Brasch, which has been set for Tuesday the 18th.
I spoke to Dr. Munro again before he went to Budapest. In London he had confirmed a rumor about you, which caused Jones much concern. I reassured Jones immediately.5 In America it was once said during the war that I had committed suicide. Strongly exaggerated, as Mark Twain said.6
The things that were sent from y