ABSTRACT
My mood is not good because of the annoyances with Adler and Stekel, who are hard to get along with. Stekel you know; he has a maniac period and leads all my nobler impulses to despair; I am almost tired of defending him against all the world. . . . Adler, a very decent and highminded [geistig hochstehender] human being is unfortunately paranoiac and pushes his scarcely intelligible theories so hard in the Zentralblatt that they must confuse all readers. Fights all the time about his priority, gives new names to everything, complains that he disappears in my shadow, and pushes me into the disagreeable role of the aging despot who won't let the younger generation come up. I would be glad to be rid of both of them since they also treat me badly personally. But it won't be possible. I would gladly let them have the Zentralblatt, and could expand the Jahrbuch to take care of the mounting pressure of material. But they won't want a break and yet cannot change. And at the same time there is their ridiculous Viennese local pride and their jealousy of you and Zurich. They are really people in whom psychoanalysis has not changed anything. The others in Vienna are well behaved but not exactly very able.
