Letter from Sigmund Freud to Max Eitingon, June 5, 1932

Vienna XVIII, Khevenhüllerstrasse 6
June 5, 1932

Dear Max

In your last letter I miss any mention of the progress of your recovery. Instead you inquire after my health. Now, this is not quite the same thing. I have been passing through a good time which I have managed to use for drafting one of the new lectures, but there are recurring signs of several organs refusing

to function-and when one of them becomes too obstreperous the good time is over. And in addition the permanent, never-to-be-ended misery of the prosthesis.

The good progress of our activities on behalf of the Verlag is like a ray of light in these gloomy times. I think one can also say already that Martin is proving himself a good choice.1 I cannot refute the reproach made against you for having tolerated Storfer too long, but I am aware that it applies equally to me. Fortunately there is another side to the story. Storfer reminds me of one of those German princelings who suppressed and exploited his subjects. But after they had been expelled it turned out that their little country possessed a capital with a castle, a theater, and an art collection, which became its most powerful attraction for visiting foreigners. The trouble is, one has to expel them first.

Life here, where my study opens straight into the Park, is pleasant. Yesterday was the first inclement day for three weeks.

Cordial greetings to you and Mirra.

Your
Freud