Letter from Sigmund Freud to Ernest Jones, February 8, 1920

8 February 1920
Vienna, IX. Berggasse 19

Dear Jones,

You know of the misfortune that has befallen me, it is depressing indeed, a loss not to be forgotten. But let us put it aside for the moment, life and work must go on, as long as we last.

I have to thank you for two letters, of the 25th and 27th last month. In the first I learned of your daring enterprise to bring metapsychological speculation before a non-analytical audience and I was glad you called it a complete success. It may not have been easily won. Now I may well be declining in power of thought and expression, why not? Every one is liable to decay in the course of time and I have had my full measure of effort perhaps even of success. But I rejoice in your and other friends' performances as if they were my own.

You are providing well for my medical income. Capt. Daly has not yet arrived, only a letter waiting for him. As you describe him I am ready to earn money by his treatment but I spare my interest for that other clever man, whom you announce coming first week of April.1 Bieber is in a very good condition, not yet cured to be sure. He is a good-natured, illiterate, coarse boy with strong propensities which found no satisfaction in [a] his hard-worked childhood. The milieu is altogether Jewish. The clue of his case is, he did not marry his wife for love; now he strives to love her as a