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Vienna, Thursday
February 14, 1884
My darling, my girl, my little woman
Do you realize that it is two whole days since I heard from you and that I am beginning to worry! Could you be ill or angry with me? I am only too willing to write to you more often again; best of all I would like to write to you all day long, but what I still prefer is to work all day so as to be able to hold you in my arms for years and years. Otherwise, why should I do so many things now that go against the grain: write papers, give lectures, examine patients, make up to people? But so far in my struggles for recognition I haven't done anything bad and I hope to avoid doing so in the future. Otherwise you wouldn't love me any more. You don't have to worry about this.
I really do wish you had been present to hear my lecture today, Marty. I haven't had such a triumph for a long time. Just imagine your timid lover, confronted by the severe Meynert and an assembly of psychiatrists and several colleagues, trying to draw attention to one of his earlier works, the very one which had been overlooked by Prof. Kupfer.1 Imagine him beginning with allusions, unable to control his voice, then drawing on the blackboard, in