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Vienna IX, Berggasse 19
October 2, 1910
Dear Friend
Your letter reminded me that I am the same person who picked papyrus in Syracuse, had a scuffle with the railway staff in Naples, and bought antiques in Rome. The identity has been re-established.
It is strange how easily one gives in to the tendency to isolate parts of one's personality.
You will believe me when I say I look back upon your company during the journey with nothing but warm and affectionate feel-ings, although I frequently felt sorry for you because of your disappointment, and in some respects I would have liked you to be different. You were disappointed because you probably expected to swim in constant intellectual stimulation, whereas I hate nothing more than striking up attitudes and out of contrariness frequently let myself go. As a result I was probably most of the time a quite ordinary elderly gentleman, and you in astonishment kept measur-ing the distance between me and your phantasy ideal. On the other hand I often wished that you would pull yourself out of the infan-tile role and place yourself beside me as a companion on an equal footing, something you were unable to do, and in a practical respect I would like you to have carried out your share of the responsibility, orientation in space and time, a little more reliably. But you were inhibited and dreamy. So much for my educational efforts.
The most beautiful and most interesting patient at my first consultation has promised to come to you for a thorough treatment. I don't have to recommend Frau Dr. T. to you.
Warm greetings for today to you and Frau Gisela.1 Soon your idyll will be over, too.
Your faithful
Freud
Ferenczi's future wife.