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27 January 1908,
Vienna, IX. Berggasse 19
Dear friend and colleague,
You are joking about your sentiments! Your lecture is charming; too bad I haven't got you here to shake your hand; I'd shake it more than once. Spirit of my spirit, I can say with pride, but at the same time something artistic and soft, lofty and serene, something ingratiating that I could never have produced, for I still have the difficulties of the work in my bones. I shall do my best to have it printed soon; the negotiations about the publisher are drawing to an end.
How can you imagine that I would ever complain of your too frequent letters or of your “manic” busyness. I have really missed your letters during the last few weeks, and as for your busyness, I must have a similar bent even though it has never been fully developed, because I approve exceedingly of what you are doing. Splendid of you to be impudent for my sake; I am not lacking in impudence but only in the kind of relations with people that would enable me to show it.
As a companion-piece to Bezzola and Liepmann I offer you Meyer in the issue of Archiv für Psychiatrie that appeared today.1 Remarks on your Dementia Praecox. His main objection: everyone has delusions of being injured. Feebleminded arguments of this sort are possible because these gentlemen have learned nothing, they have never developed a psychological insight on the basis of dreams or of everyday life.2 I believe that if they were analysed it would turn out that they are still waiting for the discovery of the bacillus or protozoon of hysteria