ABSTRACT
There is a palpable anxiety here. This was no doubt always the case, for the concern for the survival of psychoanalysis was there since the time of Freud. The novelty in recent years is that there are still psychoanalysts who perpetuate this, and they themselves sign the anticipated funeral oration. There is every reason to suppose that psychoanalysis, the product of civilisation, remains at the mercy of its evolutions, but there is still a malaise in psychoanalysis. The analytic act, when it operates, produces transformation in the analysis, but it is forgotten in proportion to its efficacy, as all the benefit accrues to the analysand, and rightly so. The artist, the politician, the sportsman even, and all those who become established through some exploit whatever it might be, make a name through their action. This is not the case for the analyst who never makes a name for himself through the daily round of his practice.
