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Budapest, May 30, 1920
D[ear] Prof[essor]!
A very unpleasant depression in the last week kept me from letter writing. Munro is certainly not correct with his communication, but he seems to have been well informed about something having been planned. I have known for about a week that the gentlemen in the Medical Society here will announce the termination of my membership. That happened yesterday with the greatest publicity.1 I was, naturally, not there. The newspapers published the list of those expelled.—Naturally, I didn't allow myself to be disturbed in work, but I reacted organically, as usual, with a transitory heart condition. Animosity toward Ψα was certainly the reason why this treatment was accorded only to me by the “professors.” The basis for it was flimsy: acceptance of the professorship and the (untrue) assertion that I also gave lectures elsewhere.—
The news about the Eitingon fund has pleased me uncommonly. It was the only, certainly shining point of light; otherwise only thunderstorms and threatening clouds everywhere, whose description I would rather pass up.2 Dr. Eisler will tell Rank everything.
In consequence of the new income, Eisler's offer to lend us 50 or 100 thousand at approximately 4% long term should be superfluous; at most to be gratefully put on account as a sign of working collaboration. And that I did, appropriately. Also, his last lecture here (the case that the Zeitschrift already printed) gave me an opportunity to grant Eisler the recognition he rightfully has coming to him. I hope from now on he will also come personally closer. Perhaps you will also write him a few lines in which you express yourself about his offer. He lives in V. Nádor utca 5.
I hear that you and Fräulein Minna have remained the sole inhabitants of the big apartment. It must seem strange to you. I have still been able to greet Ernst by telegram.
You ask about personal things from me. It is, briefly stated: ten hours a day socage, then fatigue—otherwise only the const