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268F
Vienna IX, Berggasse 19
4 March 1915
Dear Friend,
The means change, but the result is the same. When you say that my last contribution taught you nothing new, it is as gratifying to me as your usual emphasizing of the opposite. I believe this contribution to be the best and most useful of the whole series, so I am prepared for it to evoke the strongest opposition.
Your announcement of a series of articles, which I take as a definite promise, is highly welcome. After all, we do wish to keep the journals alive at all costs during the war and to manage them in such a way that later we shall be able to come up with them with satisfaction. But the authors are very few. We shall have to do everything ourselves. I have decided to publish three chapters of my germinating summary (drives, repression, Ucs.)1 gradually in the . For I am even writing a piece of topical claptrap about war and death2 to keep the self-sacrificing publisher happy. All this naturally against inner resistance.
“My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here.”3 Namely in the Dardanelles, where the fate of Europe is perhaps being decided; in the classical country,4 the inhabitants of which are supposed to be about to declare war on us in the next few days,5 with the result that the places that I have most enjoyed being in will be closed to me for my remaining years; and on the North Sea, on which it will be a long time before one can travel again. Enough!
Only the best of news comes from Martin, who is shooting somewhere in Galicia. Ernst is probably staying in Klagenfurt for another few weeks. Oli was rejected at the medical examination for military service yesterday and so has a few months to take his final exams. My son-in-law in Hamburg has also been deferred for the present. The tension under which we are living is often unbearably high. I should like to go