Letter from Sigmund Freud to C. G. Jung, July 19, 1909

19 July 1909, Ammerwald1

Dear friend,

I haven't thanked you yet for the surprising gift of your article on the interpretation of dreams,2 which I took with me in my briefcase. Here I am not planning to do a thing, not even to think of America; I am too tired. Yesterday, after dragging my weary bones to a mountain slope, where nature achieves such a magnificent effect with the simplest props, white rock, red fields of Alpine roses, a patch of snow, a waterfall, and lots of green, I hardly knew myself. You could have diagnosed Dem. pr. Unfortunately the house, which is otherwise splendid, is situated in a wooded gully and there is no view, something I miss very much. The first overcast days were quite a trial. Now the weather is perfect, but we are not planning to stay beyond August 1st.

Otherwise I have little to report that would bear comparison with your interesting news. Silberer is an unknown young man, probably a better-class degenerate; his father is a well-known figure in Vienna, a member of the city council and an “operator.” But his piece is good and throws light on an aspect of dream work. A few days ago I received a bittersweet letter from Morton Prince thanking me for something I had sent him; I must be aware (he says) that he does not agree with me on all points, the problem of neuroses admits of many sorts (!) of solution, he favours different ones; he regrets that he has already booked3 passage to Genoa (or Geneva?), so that he will miss me on