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22 July 1913
Pension Gerö, Lipót-körút 10
Budapest V
Dear Professor Freud,
I have heard from Loe that she got back safely to Vienna, and has a good report from Dr. Kaufmann; she is to have the urine again analysed. We had an excellent time together and enjoyed it both very much. I find her incomparably more normal than previously, different even from May. She reacted quite normally to a very disagreeable experience of a kind that would have upset her in bygone times, namely losing a train after driving to two stations to find it. It was given wrongly in the time-table.
I am extremely sorry to tell you that my progress in German does not cover hand-writing, which is a matter not of knowledge but of years of experience especially when young. I could read only four words of your letter. In time perhaps I might improve, but it would probably always mean having to show your letters to someone else, so that you could not write freely or privately. I am very fond of your English, which has often a classic, old-world touch, but it must be more trouble for you to write than German, which means that you probably make the letters shorter than otherwise. So in any case I lose something, which seems unavoidable.
I have just read Jung's New York lectures, in the Jahrbuch,1 no agreeable task. They are full of contradictions and logical errors of thought. He is very polite to you, except for occasional outburts, such as “Es gibt ärzte, welche glauben, sie kämen mit Selbstanalyse aus. Das ist Münchhausen-Psychologie, mit der sie sicher stecken bleiben”.2 Very striking is his distrust of patients; he has evidently the feeling that the whole analysis is an artefact, and repeatedly talks of how you have been misled by patients and followed them blindly. One sees here again the effect of his paraphrenia experiences, and the lack of feeling for what is real. The silliest pages are S. 380-381, a masterpiece of nonsense.3
The British Medical Journal, which you mention in your card, I have not