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Vienna, Monday
January 7, 1884
My beloved princess
I cannot initiate your innocent mind into the secrets of the hospital's administration as late in the day as this (by the time I have finished this letter the date will no longer be true). Let us have a chat instead, Marty! The daily report says I have been hard at work till 7 P.M., that I then let myself be inveigled into a game of taroc,1 and then again worked a bit, and that I am not even tired. Today I put my case histories in order at last and started on the study of a nervous case; thus begins a new era! In the evening I meant to examine something through the ophthalmoscope which I had carried off from Meynert's clinic, but realize that I am out of practice, which saddens me. I must practice again. In the evening the newspaper boy brought me for the first time a few lovely off-prints and books, which I shall review and then keep. Even a little piece of material for the Method arrived today. Otherwise the Method is idle, for as yet nothing has hardened; I have managed to find only a very small improvement. This is all there is to say about me, and the Princess can see that in my godforsaken boredom I am doing the one thing that is good and wholesome for me.
Now over to you, my darling. I am so glad that for quite a while now there has been no mention in our letters of any “mutual” indisposition,