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Burghölzli-Zürich, 15 February 1908
Dear Professor Freud,
Once more you will be wondering why I haven't written for so long. The reason is that I had to get over a beastly attack of influenza. Today is the first time I have felt more or less normal, so I am taking this opportunity to write to you. Although I attended to my duties at the Clinic, I felt so run down and listless the whole time that I had to let all my private affairs go. Scientific work came to a total stop. I feel an imperative need for a holiday. But the spring holiday is still a long way off; I shall then take a fortnight's leave at the cost of my holiday in the summer. All sorts of psychogenic complications insinuated themselves into my influenza, and this had a bad effect on my convalescence. First of all a complex connected with my family played the very devil with me, then I got disheartened by the negotiations over the journal. Morton Prince1 made some unacceptable proposals—even with the best will in the world nothing could be done with them. Claparède is still willing, but the prospects for the journal in France are practically nil. Claparède, for instance, pays for his journal out of his own pocket, since there are far too few subscribers to keep it alive. Prince's journal also suffers from a dearth of subscribers. In the end we may have to settle for a German publication, but I can't get around to this until I have finished my Diagnost. Assoc. Stud., besides