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3 June 1909, Vienna, IX. Berggasse 19
Dear friend,
Hurrah for your new house! I would say it louder and longer if I didn't know how you Swiss disliked emotional effusions. This year my trip to America deprives me of the pleasure, but I hope before too long to admire your house and enjoy the company of its inhabitants.
Of course I understood your silence and even now I would leave you more time if another letter—which I enclose—had not reached me at the same time as yours. Weird! What is she? A busybody, a chatterbox, or a paranoiac? If you know anything about the writer or have some opinion in the matter, would you kindly send me a short wire, but otherwise you must not go to any trouble. If I don't hear from you, I shall assume that you know nothing. I've forwarded your letter to Adler. Now, thanks to the above-mentioned coincidence, you will receive an immediate answer to your questions and suggestions. My irritation over your criticism of the questionnaire didn't really amount to much. I just happened to be in a “mellow” mood, as though I had got the better of all my own complexes. Pfister has just received his first compliment from Spielmeier;1 I suppose he's not terribly excited about it. I have heard very good things about Marci-nowski from a private source. I myself think we ought to recruit him and have written to Abraham to that effect. Seif amazes me. He hasn't been to see you yet; where did he learn these things? Your Russian (and I must tell you again how I admire your patience, or rather your resignation) probably has some utopian dream of a world-saving therapy and feels that the work isn't getting on fast enough. The Russians, I believe, are especially deficient in the art of painstaking