Sigmund Freud, som er sterkt forkjølet, er bekymret for økonomien og har huset fullt av syke barn, skriver til sin venn Wilhelm Fliess i Berlin, som snart skal bli far til det som blir sønnen Conrad (her i engelsk oversettelse, originalen er på tysk):
To the valiant son who at the beheast of his father appeared at the right time,
to be his assistant and fellow worker in fathoming the divine order.
But hail to the father, too, who just prior to the event found in his calculations
The key to restraining the power of the female sex
And to shouldering his burden of lawful succession;
No longer relying on sensory appearances, as does the mother,
He calls upon the igher powers to claim his right, conclusion, belief, and doubt;
Thus, at the beginning, there stands, hale and hearty, equal to the exigency of error; the father
In his infinitely mature delevopment.
May the calculation be correct and, as the legacy of labor, be transferred from father to son and beyond the parting of the centuries
Unite in the mind what the vicissitudes of life tear apart."
Freud, S., et al. (1985). The complete letters of Sigmund Freud to Wilhelm Fliess : 1887-1904. Cambridge, Mass, Belknap Press of Harvard University Press.
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