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Vienna IX, Berggasse 19
November 2, 1896
My dear Wilhelm
I find writing so difficult just now that I have taken far too long to thank you for the moving words in your letter. By one of those obscure paths behind official consciousness the death of the old man 1 has affected me profoundly. I valued him highly, understood him very well, and with that combination of deep wisdom and romantic lightheartedness peculiar to him he had meant a great deal to me. His life had been over a long time before he died, but his death seems to have aroused in me memories of all the early days.
I now feel quite uprooted.
Otherwise I am working on children's paralyses 2 (Pegasus put to the yoke!), am pleased with my seven cases and especially with the prospect of talking to you for several hours. I feel isolated, but I take this for granted. Perhaps I shall tell you a few strange things in return for your great ideas and discoveries. Business, on