Sigmund Freuds far er død. Sigmund sørger tungt.

Sigmund Freud skriver til sin venn Wilhelm Fliess i Berlin (her gjengitt i engelsk oversettelse -- originalen er på tysk):

"Announcing Jacob's death: "Yesterday we buried the old man, who died during the night of October 23.He bore himself bravely to the end, just like the altogether unusual man he had been. At the end he must have had meningeal hemorrhages, soporous attacks with unexplained fever, hyperesthesia, and spasms from which he would then awake free of fever.

The last attack was followed by pulmonary edema and quite an easy death. All of it happened during my critical period, and I am really quite down because of it.

Next time I shall write more and in greater detail; incidentally, the cocaine brush has been completely put aside. I learned only yesterday that your birthday is October 24. I hope Martha is allowing herself to spend several nice days with you. Your Sigm."