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39 Elsworthy Road
London N.W. 3
June 22, 1938
Dear Alex
I really feel a strong reluctance to answer your letter. You will soon hear why. The fact is, things are going very well for us, too well I would say if it weren't for an injured heart and an irritated bladder reminding one of the impermanence of human happiness. This England—you will soon see for yourself-is in spite of everything that strikes one as foreign, peculiar, and difficult, and of this there is quite enough—a blessed, a happy country inhabited by well-meaning, hospitable people. At least this is the impression of the first weeks. Our reception was cordial beyond words. We were wafted up on the wings of a mass psychosis. (I feel compelled to express myself poetically.) After the third day the mail delivered letters correctly to “Dr. Freud, London” or “Overlooking