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Vienna, September 18, 1931
IX., Berggasse 19
Dear friend,
Finally, a sign of life and love from you! After how long! The last time you were in Vienna we hardly saw each other. I was very miserable at the time, to be sure, but today I am significantly better.
There is no doubt that with this interruption of contact you are distancing yourself from me more and more. I say, and hope not: alienating. I accept it as fate— like so many other things; I know that I am not personally to blame for it; in recent times I also preferred no one else to you.
It is with regret that I term it an expression of inner dissatisfaction that you are trying to press forward in all kinds of directions which to me seem to lead to no desirable end. But I have— you, yourself, bear witness to this— always respected your independence and am prepared to wait until you yourself take steps to turn around. With you it could be a new, third puberty, after the completion of which you will probably have reached maturity. But I definitely have to deal with the next, for me, perhaps last, president of the IPA.
With cordial wishes for your October trip and warm thanks to your dear wife.
Yours,
Freud