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12 May 1911, Vienna, IX. Berggasse 19
Dear friend,
This time I have really missed your letters, even more than the news they contain. I am very glad there was nothing worse behind your
silence. I haven't been feeling very well myself and I can say without exaggeration that I am intellectually drained. My business prospectus is going off to Australia1 tomorrow and is evading your inspection for the same reasons of shame and delicacy that have led your article to evade mine. But you will be receiving the preface to The Interpretation of Dreams in the next few days. It will have to be changed, Deuticke says it might make an unfavourable impression. And I must admit that the rabble who read these things don't deserve a shred of honesty.
Because of the long interruption I don't know what I have already told you and what I haven't. Not much has been happening. It may be news to you that Stekel has been trying to make up. I have changed my mind and decided to put up with him. But I am becoming steadily more impatient of Adler's paranoia and longing for an occasion to throw him out. Especially since seeing a performance of Oedipus Rex here2—the tragedy of the “arranged libido.”
I am aware that you are driven by innermost inclination to the study of the occult and I am sure you will return home richly laden. I cannot argue with that, it is always right to go where your impulses lead. You will be accused of mysticism, but the reputation you won with the Dementia will hold up for quite some time against that. Just don't stay in the tropical colonies too long; you must reign at home.2a
I have heard of Frau Professor I—-. In a few days I am expecting the visit of a splendid colleague, Dr. van Emden, whom I met at Debruine's in Leiden. Another Dutchman, Dr. van Römer3 (see Hirschfeld's Jahrbücher), has written to me from a warship in Padang,4 assuring me of his support of ΨA and his desire to come to Vienna in the autumn. Perhaps I have already written to you that French transl