ABSTRACT
Dear friend, It was a lovely spring day. I was on my way home, where I intended to review
my notes on the work of Philippe Réfabert, and start to write you this letter, in order to answer your questions about your paranoid patient. I was enjoying the balmy weather and was feeling happy about my life. I had already written the outline for my text, and was looking forward to rereading the last letter of From Freud to Kafka.1 I remembered the effect that this letter had had on me, and was curious to see if a second reading would confirm my original impression. In short, I was experiencing one of those moments of absolute trust in the benevolence of life, without which living would not be possible.
