ABSTRACT
The more the psycho-analyst occupies himself with memory and desire the more his facility for harbouring them increases and the nearer he comes to undermining his capacity for F [the act of faith]. In parenthesis, there is a possible solution or definition here of that controversial problem, the difference between psychotherapy and psychoanalysis. In analysis one can afford to ignore them, in the slow, attentive working towards a deeper nexus of feeling, fantasy, and wordless experience that is slouching along in an as yet unthinkable form. The use of the metaphor of the poem says what one might want to say, but perhaps one should explain it a little, and less poetically. The seductive impulse to use the power of one's thinking and theorizing to take possession of the patient too soon can be great, but will, as suggested, be of little ultimate value to him.
