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3 May 1908, Vienna, IX. Berggasse 19
Dear friend,
So you too are pleased with our meeting in Salzburg? It refreshed me a good deal and left me with a pleasant aftertaste. I was glad to find you so flourishing and every suspicion of resentment melted away
when I saw you again and understood you. I know you are in a phase of “negative oscillation” and are now suffering the counter-effects of the great influence you have exerted on your chief all this time. It is not possible to push without being pushed. But I am quite certain that after having moved a few steps away from me you will find your way back, and then go far with me. I can't give you any reason for this certainty; it probably springs from a feeling I have when I look at you. But I am satisfied to feel at one with you and no longer fear that we might be torn apart. You will just have to be patient with some of my idiosyncrasies.
Your complaint that you have rather got out of the habit of analytical work and that your students consume your time is certainly well-founded; but that can be overcome. I am delighted that you think I impressed Bleuler and thereby made your work easier for the future. He is a very strange man!
The Jahrbuch is now uppermost in my thoughts. I am offering you two cases, the papers might be entitled “Aphorisms relating to Obsessional Neurosis” and “Little Herbert's Phobia.”1 I am sure we shall be able to publish with Deuticke; I shall tell him to expect some written proposals from you. Still, it seems to me a German publisher would be better.
Jones and Brill have been to see me twice. I have arranged with Brill for the translation of a selection (Selected papers on hysteria).2 He also called on Breuer and had a very odd reception. Jones is undoubtedly a very interesting and worthy man, but he gives me a feeling of, I was almost going to say racial strangeness. He is a fanatic and doesn't eat enough. “Let me have men about me that are fat,” says Caesar, etc. He almost reminds me of the