“It is thus that psycho-analysis has sought to educate the ego. But these two discoveries - that the life of our sexual instincts cannot be wholly tamed, and that mental processes are in themselves unconscious and only reach the ego and come under its control through incomplete and untrustworthy perceptions - these two discoveries amount to a statement that the ego is not master in its own house. Together they represent the third blow to man’s self-love, what I may call the psychological one. No wonder, then, that the ego does not look favourably upon psychoanalysis and obstinately refuses to believe in it.” FREUD
Read More"A failure of translation is what we know clinically as 'repression. The motive for it is always a release of unpleasure which would result from a translation; it is as though this unpleasure provokes a disturbance of thought which forbids the process of translation." FREUD
Read MoreThis sudden urge to drive off somewhere had brought me to a forest. And there was another way of talking, according to which something, something or another, led, whatever that might mean, to something else, yes, something else… (J.F)
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“The patient cannot remember the whole of what is repressed in him, and what he cannot remember may be precisely the essential part of it… “
Freud, S. (1920). Beyond the Pleasure Principle (Standard Edition, Vol. 18, pp. 7-64). London: Hogarth.
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