They announced entering into a truce with Russia. Had I not been so apathetic, I'd have been very happy to witness the end of the war.
I’m working with nine patients for eight hours a day and I’m not at all tense – but I find it disgusting that even the profits from this aren’t enough to cover the costs of my house. I look at things from such a negative viewpoint and I think that if if a parliamentary revolution doesn’t happen in Germany, we should expect the war to continue until we are completely defeated.
The pleasure afforded to me by your letter is enormous yet almost painful. How greatly things have changed since we saw each other last – and not always for the better. I, for my part, have been recalling the moment you told me that to be called my pupil isn’t tantamount to martyrdom. See more
I would point one of these changes out to you were I not afraid of the censor. I’ve a great deal of work once again: nine new patients, with whom I spend eight to nine hours each day. This diverts me and is good for my health, which is also boosted by my financial security – I shall not go bankrupt. My income remains the same, but the value of money has changed significantly since the start of the war.
Dear Mr Professor, I imagine that you have been been back from Vienna for a few weeks now. A young doctor has recently begun working in my clinic who expresses a great interest in psychoanalysis. To my great delight I have learnt that there are many young doctors who are interested in our work, and that those with a keen interest in psychiatry are applying to work at my clinic. The third part of your lectures is simply wonderful. I think it is the best possible introductory course for our new adepts (although I think those already familiar with the subject will take more from the “lectures” than newcomers).
Jung’s patient sent me his new work about unconscious processes, so that I could change my mind about his noble self. It dates back to 1917, but is nothing more than a clumsy retelling of the same thing that he accused me of.
I sometimes fall into such a mood that I no longer want to live, and I feel relief in the knowledge that my difficult existence will soon come to an end.
The political situation is getting worse every day, instead of clearing up. I think that if the submarine war does not prove its effectiveness by September, Germany will get rid of its illusions, with frightening consequences. I’m too grumpy to work.
In the last weeks of cold and dark I stopped working in the evenings and am yet to return to it. Even now it is warmer the lack of light prevents me from finding any pleasure in my work and gives me enough justification to put it aside. My motivation for work has been dulled and supressed. This unbearable waiting to find out what is to come of this world of ours is too much for me. I am considering returning to work in the summer, at that time when one needs to struggle with one’s nature and force oneself to work in the city.
As for science, it seems of late there has been little of novelty and only slow progress.
There is nothing, nothing except stasis, inertia, withdrawal, and, at best, a suffocating sense of expectation. In ten days at the surgery I have spoken with only two patients, neither of them new. My days, consequently, are almost entirely void of activity. Two weeks of cold and darkness have forced me to abandon my habit of never working in the evening.