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Küsnach bei Zürich, 1 October 1909
Dear Professor Freud,
Here I stand on your doorstep with a letter of welcome to greet you in Vienna on resumption of work. For my part I have got down to it in real earnest. I feel in top form and have become much more reasonable than you might suppose. My wife is bearing up splendidly under the psychoanalysis1 and everything is going à merveille. On the journey back to Switzerland I never stopped analysing dreams and discovered some priceless jokes. A pity there's no time for this now. How are you? and the stomach? Well, I hope.
I have leafed through Stransky's opus2 and find it really stupid. A long letter from Forel awaited me, inviting me to participate in an organization of psychotherapists. I do not find the prospect alluring. What to do? I should be glad of your views soon as I haven't yet answered Forel.3
No galleys yet of the Jahrbuch.
It is amazing how our work is spreading among the primary-school teachers here. A young teacher was with me today, asking for advice; for months he has been treating his severely hysterical wife with good results and extraordinary understanding; he is also treating one of his pupils who suffers from a phobia. The scalpel is being cold-bloodedly wrested out of the doctors' hands. What do you say to this? The young man also tells me that in Zürich people have started calling me names, particularly colleagues. Understandable, because now their reputation is at stake. One must let the forest fire rage, there's no stopping it now. In Zürich a Dr. Bircher4 (please note the name!) has