I got your last letter to me and thank you very much for it.
James Joyce, Ulysses.
Recently, . . .
Sigmund Freud, Letter to Wilhelm Fliess.
William,
James Joyce, Ulysses.
. . . the Meistersinger afforded me a strange pleasure. A parallel between [my friend and protector] Breuer and H. Sachs is forced upon me by the circumstance that he too was in the theater. I was sympathetically moved by the "morning dream interpretation melody . . . ”
Sigmund Freud, Letter to Wilhelm Fliess.
. . . which bears out what . . .
Richard Ellmann, Preface to James Joyce, Ulysses.
. . . I myself . . .
Sigmund Freud, The Interpretation of Dreams.
. . . have said more abstractly.
Richard Ellmann, Preface to James Joyce, Ulysses.
Moreover, as in no other opera, real ideas are set to music, with the tones of feeling attached to it lingering on as one reflects upon them.
Sigmund Freud, Letter to Wilhelm Fliess.
—Ah, listen to this for God’ sake, . . .
James Joyce, Ulysses.
WALTHER:
I had a wonderfully beautiful dream.
SACHS:
That bodes well! Tell it to me!
WALTHER:
I scarcely dare even to think of it:
I fear to see it vanish from me.
SACHS:
My friend, it is precisely the poet's task
to interpret and record his dreamings.
Believe me, man's truest madness
is disclosed to him in dreams:
all poetry and versification
is nothing but true dream interpretation.
Richard Wagner, Die Meistersinger von Nurnberg.
This is . . .
Carl Gustav Jung, The Relations Between the Ego and the Unconscious.
. . . my dream theory . . .
Sigmund Freud, The History of the Psychoanalytic Movement.
. . . in unadorned, primitive concreteness of vision.
Carl Gustav Jung, The Relations Between the Ego and the Unconscious.
Odd, don’t you think?
Boris Pasternak, Dr. Zhivago.
There is of course no need to return . . .
Sigmund Freud, Letter to Wilhelm Fliess.
. . . the galleypage . . .
James Joyce, Ulysses.
. . . I am sending to you. Since you did not take exception to anything in Chapter 1 . . .
Sigmund Freud, Letter to Wilhelm Fliess.
. . . of my dream book . . .
Lucy Maud Montgomery, The Story Girl: A Compound Letter.
. . . I can unhesitantly sign off to . . .
Edward Jay Epstein, Legend: The Secret World of Lee Harvey Oswald.
. . . the first batch of quirefolded papers.
James Joyce, Ulysses.
Nothing else has yet been set in type. You shall receive the proofs as soon as they arrive and the new parts will be marked in them. — I have inserted a large number of new dreams, which I hope you will not delete.
Sigmund Freud, Letter to Wilhelm Fliess.
Have you got that?
James Joyce, Ulysses.
The whole thing is planned on the model of an imaginary walk. At the beginning, the dark forest of authors (who do not see the trees), hopelessly lost on wrong tracks. Then a concealed pass through which I lead the reader—my specimen dream with its peculiarities, details, indiscretions, bad jokes—and then suddenly the high ground and the view and the question: which way do you wish to go now?
Sigmund Freud, Letter to Wilhelm Fliess.
What do you think?
Boris Pasternak, Dr. Zhivago.
Forgive me if I seem to boast.
Robert Frost, Excerpt from An Unstamped Letter in Our Rural Letter Box.
Today, on a superb Sunday marred only by leaden tiredness, . . .
Sigmund Freud, Letter to Wilhelm Fliess.
. . . the necessity of repose, obviating movement:
James Joyce, Ulysses.
I am very sedentary.
Sigmund Freud, Letter to Wilhelm Fliess.
Proof fever.
James Joyce, Ulysses.
But on the next rainy day I shall tramp on foot to my beloved Salzburg, where I actually unearthed a few Egyptian antiquities last time. These things put me in a good mood and speak of distant times and countries . . .
Sigmund Freud, Letter to Wilhelm Fliess.
. . . of Isis and Osiris, of Horus and Ammon Ra.
James Joyce, Ulysses.
With the most cordial greetings and thanks for your cooperation in . . .
Sigmund Freud, Letter to Wilhelm Fliess.
. . . what I jocularly call . . .
Dale Vander Veen, Dale’s April Devotions.
. . . the Egyptian dream book
Sigmund Freud, Letter to Wilhelm Fliess.
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Josef Breuer (January 15, 1842 – June 20, 1925) was an Austrian physician whose works lay the foundation of psychoanalysis.
Born in Vienna, his father, Leopold Breuer, taught religion in Vienna's Jewish community. Breuer's mother died when he was quite young, and he was raised by his maternal grandmother and educated by his father until the age of eight. He graduated from the Akademisches Gymnasium of Vienna in 1858 and then studied at the university for one year, before enrolling in the medical school of the University of Vienna. He passed his medical exams in 1867 and went to work as assistant to the internist Johann Oppolzer at the university.
Josef Breuer served as a kind of mentor to Sigmund Freud.
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