sfreud
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There are weeks in which for some inner reason one cannot bring oneself to take a pen in hand.
8:02 AM Sep 13th
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This is still not a proper correspondence.
8:01 AM Sep 13th
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First, let me state that it is bitterly cold here in this room.
7:57 AM Sep 13th
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Self-criticism is not a pleasant gift, but it is, next to my courage, the best thing in me.
1:59 PM Aug 13th
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"I don't know what noise you can have heard. Perhaps it was the little clock; it sometimes ticks like that."
5:50 AM Aug 6th
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She asked her friend what this noise meant, and was told, so she said, that it probably came from the small clock on the writing-desk.
5:49 AM Aug 6th
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-- the space between the desk and window was partly filled up by a heavy curtain.
5:48 AM Aug 6th
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It came from the direction of the writing desk, which was standing sideways in front of the window --
5:47 AM Aug 6th
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Lying partly undressed on a sofa alongside her lover, she hears some noise, a tick, knock, or tap.
5:37 AM Aug 6th
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Such a recommendation is superfluous. The work speaks for itself. @
11:02 AM Jul 31st
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in reply to TheSandworm
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Since I must always have an object to love.
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8:04 AM Jul 29th
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in reply to paint_puddle
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It would be a great mistake to suppose that these observances, which strike us as so horrible, are performed with any intention of ridicule.
6:45 PM Jul 26th
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The head is repeatedly implored to hate its former friends and to love its new hosts since it has now become one of them.
6:45 PM Jul 26th
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-- this method lies in treating their severed heads with affection, as some of the savage races of Borneo boast of doing.
6:43 PM Jul 26th
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.@ Some people have found a means for changing their former enemies after their death into guardians, friends and benefactors --
6:43 PM Jul 26th
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in reply to TheSandworm
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.@ -- and were perhaps actually emblems from the title-pages of occult books.
6:05 AM Jul 23rd
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in reply to paint_puddle
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.@ The pictures which I had first taken for phosphenes were symbols of trains of thought influenced by the occult --
6:04 AM Jul 23rd
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.@ -- all of which I took to be no more than flickering, flashes and bright specks before her eyes.
6:03 AM Jul 23rd
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.@ 'Stars of a curious pale blue light, like moonlight' and so on --
6:03 AM Jul 23rd
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in reply to paint_puddle
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.@ She saw something like a sun with rays, which I naturally took to be a phosphene, produced by pressure on the eyes.
6:02 AM Jul 23rd
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in reply to paint_puddle
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- Name Sigmund Freud
- Location Vienna, IX. Berggasse 19.
- Bio Austrian psychiatrist.
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