Freud’s power as a writer made him the contemporary not so much of his rivals and disciples as of the strongest literary minds of our century. We read Freud not as we read Jung or Rank, Abraham or Ferenczi, but as we read Proust or Joyce, Valery or Rilke or Stevens. A writer who achieves what once was called the Sublime will be susceptible to explication either upon an empirical or dialectical basis. (55 pp.)