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Freud, S. (1926). Letter from Sigmund Freud to Sándor Ferenczi, July 6, 1926. The Correspondence of Sigmund Freud and Sándor Ferenczi Volume 3, 1920-1933, 269-270.
Freud, S. (1926). Letter from Sigmund Freud to Sándor Ferenczi, July 6, 1926. The Correspondence of Sigmund Freud and Sándor Ferenczi Volume 3, 1920-1933, 269-270
Letter from Sigmund Freud to Sándor Ferenczi, July 6, 1926
[Semmering,] Villa Schüler,
July 6, 1926
Received your letter just as Storfer was here with me, who brought the unpleasant news that the authenticity of the Diary1 cannot be maintained. Not Hug, but the author, seems to have set things straight, out of understandable motives, albeit obviously with the use of notes and recollections. It doesn't lose its value to us completely in the process; she was certainly quite a stranger to analysis, but we have been exposed as being gullible. Storfer will naturally continue the investigations impartially.
Nothing special is going on with me. My heart ailments have, to be sure, started up again to a slight extent—Braun was here yesterday for a friendly visit and didn't ascertain anything objectively—but the prostheses torment me disgustingly, so that I can also hardly speak, and at the same time I don't know why; they fit well, and Pichler has given me to understand, after I already went to him twice from here, that he doesn't have anything to improve on. He finds a general swelling, which he attributes to the last X-rays, but their effect should be long gone. In any case, these ailments rob me of all good mood and every desire to see anyone. I don't say a superfluous word. But if you request it, I will receive Frau Dr. Franklin on the 28th.
To fill up my free time, which I can't use enjoyably—I don't have any patients now; the Princess won't be coming until the 11th of the month—I am writing a pamphlet about the question of lay analysis,2 shallow stuff with a few nasty remarks, which, because I am in such a bad mood, come out bitter. The thing will be finished when you—not known when—come here. You have made yourself a great program for America. Just don't let yourself be run into the ground there. You know the American exploitation, the Taylor system.3
I would like to know, finally, when you are departing and when you want to take your leave here. You shouldn't go so far away without saying good-bye.
Our weather is miserable, as everywhere; this morning we clearly felt an earthquake.
I greet you both cordially.
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