ABSTRACT
I like to joke that I am the "last living man who met Sigmund Freud." It is an exaggeration, but, if I live long enough, it may become true. My interaction with him was brief, but my father's was far more extensive, because he had an analysis with Freud. He was often urged to write a book about his experiences with Freud, as did several others (Aldington, 1926; Wortis, 1954; Dorsey 1976; Kardiner, 1977). He refused, claiming that Freud had wanted him to preserve his, that is, Freud's, confidentiality.
