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Semmering, Villa Schüler
9 July 1925
Dear Friend,
Anna, with her telepathic sensitivity, remarked yesterday that it was time we had news of A. We lacked confirmation that on the occasion of your recent exertions you had coughed up all the noxious substances.
Now I am delighted to have that confirmation. Precisely because of the 21 years' difference in our ages, your illness means more to our cause than mine. But the quiet holidays must be doing you good, I myself am feeling the good effect. If I did not have a capriciously sensitive spot—Pichler seriously assures me that there is no disease of the tissue and that it is only hyper-aesthesia—I should feel very well, and the bits of writing I have started would go ahead quickly. Before he left, the good man attacked the bad spot with a galvano-caustic “horsecure”, as he called it, and so I now have the burn to complain about instead of the spontaneous sore. Strangely enough, however, this is a gain.
For your amusement, let me tell you that a copy of the Matin arrived today with a leader1 on psychoanalysis. Nothing remarkable about that, you may say, but this Matin is published in Port-au-Prince in Haiti, with which one does not have correspondence every day.
It is at present the strawberry season on the Semmering; with the raspberries I shall certainly remember your help.