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12 September 1923
81 Harley Street, London
Dear Professor,
I had counted on sending you a letter in Rome—but all intentions bow before physical conditions. I have had 12 days of the most severe influenza imaginable (temp. 40°C for three days, pleurisy, intestinal complications, etc.), and am still very weak.
But I do want to send you a line at least to tell you how well you handled the psychological situation at Lavarone.1 It had been expected that you either wouldn't see us, or else would have simply rated me for being the unwitting cause of so much disturbance. I should of course have borne that, naturally, but it could not have made the best atmosphere for insight—insight which in any case was not easy, for I knew I had been unfairly treated and had much right on my side. As it was, you created the best imaginable atmosphere by your friendliness, directness, and impartiality. You shall see that the help you gave me will bear good fruit, for I am not going to be content with the present unsatisfactory state of my psychology.
I was sorry to find that your health was not what it might be and hope the visit to your old love—Rome—improved matters; also that it will not be long before your health is completely restored.
With my entire devotion and affectionate regards
Yours always sincerely
Ernest Jones.
P.S. On my return I looked up my letter to Brill and found, as I expected, that his account was grossly exaggerated. (The word Semitic, for instance,