The Horrors Of War, Pale Beside The

The Horrors Of War, Pale Beside The Loss Of A Mother

What I Have Always Wanted For Myself Is Much More Primitive. It Is Probably Nothing More Than The Affection Of The People With Whom I Am In Contact, And Their Good Opinion Of Me.

Papa Always Makes It Clear That He Would Like To Know Me As Much More Rational And Lucid Than The Girls And Women He Gets To Know During His Analytic Hours.

Everyone Here Says In A Surprised Manner That I Have Grown... They Are So Stupid And Do Not Notice That I Am Standing Up Straighter!

Papa Continually Emphasizes How Much Remains Unexplained. With The Other Psychoanalytic Writers, Everything Is Always So Known And Fixed.