He didn't want to please his readers. He wanted to stretch them until they twanged.
These modern analysts! They charge so much. In my day$$$ for five marks Freud himself would treat you. For ten marks$$$ he would treat you and press your pants. For fifteen marks$$$ Freud would let you treat him$$$ and that included a choice of any two vegetables. Thirty dollars an hour! Fifty dollars an hour! The Kaiser only got twelve and a quarter for being Kaiser! And he had to walk to work! And the length of treatment! Two years! Five years!
It was one of those great spring days$$$ it was Sunday$$$ and you knew summer would be coming soon. And I remember that morning Dorrie and I had gone for a walk in the park and come back to the apartment. We were just sort of sitting around and I put on a record of Louie Armstrong$$$ which was music I grew up with$$$ and it was very$$$ very pretty$$$ and I happened to glance over and I saw Dorrie sitting there. And I remember thinking to myself how terrific she was and how much I loved her.
My education was dismal. I went to a series of schools for mentally disturbed teachers.
I took a test in Existentialism. I left all the answers blank and got 100.
What you're thinking is what you're becoming.
I am the greatest$$$ I said that even before I knew I was.
Persuasive influences are better than any amount of moralizing.
I shall keep my book on the table here$$$ and read a little every morning as soon as I wake$$$ for I know it will do me good$$$ and help me through the day.
Better be happy old maids than unhappy wives or unmaidenly girls running about to find husbands.