ABSTRACT
The Diary of Ferenczi, written in 1932 and published in French for the first time in 1985, remains unknown by a large number of psychoanalysts. Its presence for several decades on the “black list” of a “politically correct” psychoanalysis is probably not the only reason for this seeming lack of interest. The reader of this work without equal in psychoanalytic literature can’t avoid the impression of committing an act of indiscretion, of looking through a keyhole watching a man undressing, becoming an intruder on privacy, a voyeur. An analyst may find it an easier task to listen to a patient talking about his sexual life than to look at one of the founding fathers of his discipline in the nude.
