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Zweig, A. (1931). Letter from Arnold Zweig to Sigmund Freud, December 11, 1931. The International Psycho-Analytical Library, 84:29-32.

(1931). The International Psycho-Analytical Library, 84:29-32

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Arnold Zweig

Berlin-Grunewald
Zikadenweg 59
11. 12. 31

Dear Mr. and Father Freud, By this time my book will have reached you and will have accounted for the worst part of my long silence. It is only a fragment of a fragment, though, it's true, it has been rounded off and given shape. I think I am lucky because I possess just sufficient Mediterranean Jewish ingredients in my make-up to enable me to introduce order and form into the organic activity of my imagination. I have not got as much of this as your compatriots who from sheer formalism never succeed in evolving true form—or rather I should alas say evolved, in the past tense. For the late Hofmannsthal1 to whom this ‘alas’ refers seems to me deeply to be pitied. I do not regret other dead writers who also left this world with their work unfinished nearly as much as I do this highly gifted man, of whom at most a few poems and the memory of his intellectual calibre will remain. But this is just a parenthesis, evoked perhaps by Arthur Schnitzler's death about which I have not as yet been able to say a word—to anyone. For he bore a physical resemblance to my father, except that my father was a country type of Jew. His Weg ins Freie2 once meant more to me than all the rest of his works or those of his contemporaries.

Now I move on to something more pleasant, which is nevertheless shrouded in feelings of guilt for me: your seventy-fifth birthday. I sent the Weltbühne an essay arising from two small matters of current interest and also connected with your theoretical writings, which were being read aloud to me then, until my proof correcting deprived me of leisure for anything else.

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