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Vienna IX, Berggasse 19
February 5, 1937
Thirty years, dear Friend,
is a long time, even for an old man like me. I thank you for drawing my attention to this our anniversary. You will have to be content with the recognition that during this time you have played a most laudable role in our movement and that on the most diverse occasions and in various concerns you have been personally as close to me as few others. There have been no opportunities for expressing gratitude in tangible form except by transferring to you the ring I have been wearing for years on my finger. But many a thing can be understood without words, implicitly so to speak.
Having recovered from the most recent damage and able once more to smoke to a certain extent, I have even started writing again. Just minor things: a fragment that could be detached from the work on Moses (known to you and Arnold Zweig) has been completed. The more important things connected with it must of course remain unsaid. A brief technical essay1 which is slowly taking shape has the function of helping me fill the many free hours with which my dwindling analytical practice has presented me. It is understandable that patients don't surge toward an analyst of such an unreliable age. I would willingly abandon professional work altogether, but accustomed as I am to looking after so many