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Vienna, May 15, 1893
Dearest friend,
Since my return from Berlin I have not been well until finally an influenza arrived, presented me with the gift of a tonsillar abscess, and then departed, leaving me feeling better and refreshed. The only thing I have been left with is an incomprehensible disinclination to write (dysgraphia), in which I regret to have included you as well. Things are no better today either. I only think that if you haven't made a decision long ago, you should not do it with the 11,000 German doctors,1 but rather be glad that people leave you time to work undisturbed until the thing is finished.
Yesterday I sent you a man from Budweis who is a brother-in-law of my friend Dr. E. I hope my diagnosis was correct.
The neuroses are somewhat at a standstill, am working more on hysteria. Wernicke apparently will not come [to Vienna].
Our little one is thriving.
Most cordial greetings to you and your wife Ida.
Your
Sigm. Freud
As soon as I have overcome the disturbance, I shall write properly.