ABSTRACT
This is a personal story, a glimpse into one of the key episodes in the history (or post-history) of psychoanalysis, and a cautionary tale. What happened to me when I found certain documents in Freud’s desk in his London house has resonance far beyond my own case. That is why I am telling it here. For those of you interested in a more radical (not to say eliminationist) approach to therapy, it may prove useful, remind you of similar events, even in your own life, or simply instruct you more about the history of a central idea in psychoanalysis.
