ABSTRACT
Freud was not an author who wrote material to be put away in a drawer. His writing was for publication. His constant concern that his works should remain accessible on the book market contrasted with his lack of interest in their preliminary stages. No sooner did he have the printed version in his hands than he threw away the handwritten papers from which it was made. It was not until 1914 that he became accustomed to preserve these documents, and then only because it had been pointed out to him that they might one day provide some pocket money for his grandchildren.1 These manuscript sheets with their harmonious, weblike pattern of lines, as a rule virtually free of corrections, are of unusual beauty. Almost all of them are in fact fair copies-that is, in each case final versions.
