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383F
Vienna IX, Berggasse 19
31 October 1920
Dear Friend,
I never had in mind that the circular letters should put an end to our private correspondence, only I am afraid that my writing will have to be restricted to Sundays. Nine analytic sessions daily have become a greater
strain because of the shift to English (5 sessions). I note with surprise how greatly the effort of listening and inwardly translating uses up one's free energy. Yet by no means have I ever learned English as well as your wife has, and my earnings are still only two-thirds of what they were in times of peace. But one has to be satisfied with that too.
I got excellently over the fact that the distribution of the Nobel Prize passed me over twice and have also realized that any such official recognition would not fit into my style of life at all. On an occasion when I had to appear as an expert witness before a committee investigating a breach of military duties arising out of a charge against Wagner,1 I could once more see the mendacious spitefulness of the psychiatrists here. But naturally they dared to come out only after I had left. In my presence they were scheiψfreundlich2 as one says in the language of the erogenous zones.
I have indeed read your article in the Rundschau,3 it is very clear and correct and for us particularly worth reading. The public will miss phrases and decorations, it may be that it will not have an affective impact.
We are all proud of the upswing in Berlin. Nothing similar is to be expected here. Nunberg will not get a passport, at least that is the rationalized explanation.4 But here he will probably get no patients. Conditions here are quite dreadful, and nobody knows what will happen.
We are well and lonesome.
With cordial greetings to you and your whole family,