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November 12, 18991
IX., Berggasse 19
Dear Wilhelm,
I am glad that your dear Paulinchen pulled through. Since I am far more inclined to pessimistic expectations than to their opposite, I had been deeply saddened. After having been given up to die, she may now reach a ripe old age, as the wisdom of the old saying has it.
I shall, of course, make all the necessary arrangements for accommodations and care of Miss G.,2 as I do for all foreign patients. Nothing seems to have come of the other two; I have heard no more from them. People keep on pointing out to me odd mistakes in the dream book. Schiller's birthplace is given as Marburg3 instead of Marbach; I have already told you about Hannibal's father, whose name I gave as Hasdrubal instead of Hamilcar. These are not lapses of memory, however, but rather are displacements, symptoms. Critics find nothing better to do than to highlight these instances of carelessness, which are nothing of the sort.
At last everyone is well again.