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Vienna IX, Berggasse 19
May 13, 1926
Dear Friend
Your lines are among the most precious things which these days have brought me. Let me thank you for their content and your manner of address.
Unlike you I cannot count on the love of many people. I have not pleased, comforted, edified them. Nor was this my intention; I only wanted to explore, solve riddles, uncover a little of the truth. This may have given pain to many, benefited a few, neither of which I consider my fault or my merit. It seems to me a surprising accident that apart from my doctrines my person should attract any attention at all. But when men like you whom I have loved from afar express their friendship for me, then a particular ambition of mine is gratified. I enjoy it without questioning whether or not I deserve it, I relish it as a gift. You belong to those who know how to give presents.
With my warmest wishes for your well-being
Your devoted
Freud