Word: freude
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...caviar-for-breakfast fellow, but a pretty sober citizen. His chief indulgence is his farm, now more arboreal than ever. Tall, dark and glittering, with Mephistophelean eyebrows and Biblical eyes, for six years he has been going to a psychoanalyst, quips: "I ought to get my F (for Freud) any day now." The visits have helped dispel the dark self-doubts from which the bright gadgets offered escape. They have given him, among other things, the courage to write alone. But he still has his moments of funk. He still spends an opening night in the men's room...
After reeling off "Dawn Ginsberg's Revenge" and "Look Who's Talking," that venerable old zany, S. J. Perelman has again gratified his circle of admirateurs with the fantastic "Dream Department," the first book to convincingly defy Freud. S. J. has a weird genius for solving a problem when he sees one, and here presents us with a number of solutions to economic, psychological, and social problems that ordinarily go unnoticed by the laity. For example, there's snobbery at Schrafft's, and Dr. Perelman enlarges on this crucial topic in his memorable "A Pox on You, Mine Goodly Host...
...APPRECIATE GREATLY THAT NOT ONCE WAS THE WORD OBSCENE MENTIONED IN YOUR ARTICLE. EPITHET TOO EASILY USED WHICH ASSAILED UNANIMOUSLY THE APPEARANCE OF "INTERPRETATION OF DREAMS" BY FREUD, PSYCHOLOGIC DOCUMENT WHICH IS AND ALWAYS WILL REMAIN IN SPITE OF ALL THE MOST IMPORTANT AND SENSATIONAL OF OUR EPOCH...
...forced to stop to admire this sight, which I mentally compared with something as epic as the burning of Rome. . . ." Having described this epic, Dali confesses that the "whole episode of the plaster inundation was but an illusion." Observes Dali: ". . . I had just begun to read Sigmund Freud's Interpretation of Dreams...
...Vienna, Sigmund Freud was invariably "out of town for reasons of health" whenever Dali sought an interview. Dali "held long imaginary conversations with Freud," saw him one night "clinging to the curtains of my room in the Hotel Sacher." Several years later Dali was eating snails in a French town, suddenly saw a newspaper photograph of Freud. Dali uttered a loud cry. Says he: "I had just that instant discovered the morphological secret of Freud! Freud's cranium is a snail!" Dali eventually met Freud. But only when Dali's voice "became involuntarily sharper and more insistent . . . before...