For Freud’s birthday today, Why War – Einstein and Freud’s little-known correspondence on peace, violence and human nature.
The opposite of play is not what is serious but what is real.
You go around sniffing out all the symptomatic actions in your vicinity, thus reducing everyone to the level of sons and daughters who blushingly admit the existence of their faults. Meanwhile you remain on top as the father, sitting pretty. For sheer obsequiousness nobody dares to pluck the prophet by the beard and inquire for once what you would say to a patient with a tendency to analyze the analyst instead of himself. You would certainly ask him: ‘Who’s got the neurosis?’… I am namely not in the least neurotic — touch wood! I have namely lege artis et tout humblement let myself be analyzed, which has been very good for me. You know, of course, how far a patient gets with self-analysis: not out of his neurosis — just like you
Carl Jung’s scathing letter to Sigmund Freud, 1912, uncovered in The Freud Files – one of history’s most acrimonious intellectual assaults.