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Article: Freud: Woody Allen and me
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- The Independent (London, England)
- Article date:
- October 10, 1994
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Sigmund Freud was like a Pharaoh. He built his monuments during
his life - imposing writings, a byzantine legacy of professional
institutions to continue his work and preserve his contribution to
science, as he fondly believed it to be. Surrounded by books and
Greek, Roman and Egyptian statues in his old house in London, a
mausoleum kindly preserved by his daughter Anna just as he left it,
I nervously eyed the couch on the other side of the room. Perhaps
perceiving my nervousness, Freud could not resist a sly dig at my
frosty refusal of a fat cigar, by instructing me that smoking is
one of the greatest and cheapest enjoyments in a life that is
principally filled with frustrations and ...