Vienna, February 1, 1900
IX., Berggasse 19

Dear Wilhelm,

So my premonition of something ominous turned out to be right. I find it sad that the interval is so short. But perhaps the two attacks belong together and there will be uninterrupted well-being afterward. It is very painful; I know nothing further about it either.

Martin took to bed on January 14,1 his illness starting acutely between two and three in the afternoon. He has remained the only case and is well again. This time the series of observations breaks off abruptly. Perhaps another time.

If we lived in the same city — this would have to be Berlin, though, not Vienna — much would have turned out differently, and I believe I would never have gotten into such straits (or would have gotten out of them quickly). That is why I have so often regretted