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Vienna, November 6, 1898
IX., Berggasse 19
Dear Wilhelm,
As a consequence of the secret biological sympathy of which you have often spoken, both of us felt the surgeon's knife in our bodies at about the same time, and on precisely the same days moaned and groaned because of the pain; I, because of lesser pain — evidently because I could not stand greater pain, as this sample proved to me. I learned that here there exists a sphere of sensibility as rich and
diverse in its elements and construction as that of sounds or colors, though there is little prospect of using this material of sensations in a similar way; it hurts too much.
In my case it was a large furuncle on the raphe scroti which reminded me of my kinship with you. I nevertheless worked the whole day. The number of patients is still increasing; one is supposed to be kind, superior, witty, original, and that is somewhat difficult at this time.
Since yesterday I am doing well, or walking well, and I have reason to assume that the same kind of change has taken place in you as well. I hope to hear from you soon that your recent resolute decision really brought you the desired improvement. I also know that after a period of suffering a new, great, and beautiful discovery can be expected of you.
My very best and most cordial thanks to your dear wife and nurse. One day I must see the children and see them again.1
Now, speedy progress!
Your
Sigm.