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31 December 1911, Vienna, IX. Berggasse 19
Dear friend,
I am writing to you once again this year, because I can't always wait for you to answer and prefer to write when I have time and am in the mood.
Your little piece from Rascher's Jahrbuch1 has arrived as a New Year's greeting. It is a powerful, rough-shod thing which, I hope, will make its way with the readers. But who is Rascher?2 A publisher? And his Jahrbuch? Is it something on the order of the old calendars with articles to edify and inspire us for a new year about which we know nothing?
The last weeks of the year have brought me all sorts of vexations. All in all, when I stop to think of it, it has not been a brilliant year for our cause. The Congress in Weimar was good, so were the days preceding it in Zürich; in Klobenstein I had a brief spell of productivity. The rest has been rather on the minus side. But I suppose there must be such periods.
Under separate cover you will receive a first batch of Technique,3 which you will probably find disappointingly meagre. The next4 will be no better, merely less clear. The things I write to order, without inner necessity, as has been the case with these articles, never come out right. My second Contribution to the Psychology of Love is finished and will go out to you as soon as I have your answer about the audition colorée, that is, with it or by itself. It ends on a pessimistic note. Since I wrote it on gloomy days and am not sure of my objectivity, I have appended an attenuating conclusion. The piece was done a year ago, when my ideas had not really matured.
Frau C—has told me all sorts of things about you and Pfister, if you can call the hints she drops “telling”; I gather that neither of