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6 March 1910, Vienna, IX. Berggasse 19
Dear friend,
Believe me, there are no further misunderstandings between us, nor do I regard you as “vacillating.” I am neither so forgetful nor so touchy, and I know how closely we are united by personal sympathy and by pulling on the same cart. I am merely irritated now and then—I may say that much, I trust—that you have not yet disposed of the resistances arising from your father-complex, and consequently limit our correspondence so much more than you would otherwise. Just rest easy, dear son Alexander, I will leave you more to conquer than I myself have managed, all psychiatry and the approval of the civilized world, which regards me as a savage! That ought to lighten your heart.
As to my suggestion in regard to Isserlin, you have no doubt complied with it in modified form. I too believe that our isolation must come to an end some day, and then we shall not have to hold separate congresses. But I think that day is still far off and that we can do with other guests than Isserlin. As you see, J. G. Borkmann,1 who may not live to see the day, has been musing in his study for several years.