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Vienna, November 28, 1924
IX., Berggasse 19
Dear friend,
On the 17th of the month I sent you the splendid letter from Brill, which was supposed to wander to Berlin, but I haven't heard anything from you
since. Not from Berlin, either, i.e., on the 18th I received your letter with the stimulus to restore the Committee, about which Jones expressed himself—naturally in the affirmative—a few days ago. Perhaps you were waiting for the results of the correspondence before you replied to me.
In a letter to Eitingon, which you can request from him at any time, I described the course of my farewell conversation with Rank.1 He then left a week ago today, but, astonishingly, he returned from Paris the day before yesterday, supposedly because it had occurred to him that he hadn't said good-bye to his wife tenderly enough, in reality because he is in a deep depression. He is supposed to travel again in two weeks.
There was a certain George Daudin, he got what he wanted.2 Brill cabled the day before yesterday: Rank coming what is his actual status with you, give every detail.3 In my reply I was able to refer to a letter which is, or was, under way since the 18th.
The state of my health is not bad, but is not making any progress, and my ignoble artificial part constantly gives me much too much trouble.
In expectation of news from you and with kind regards for Frau G. and you, I am
Yours,
Freud