In any case, the friend whose guests we were yesterday has often made me his debtor.  Recently I allowed an opportunity of requiting him to go by.  He has had only one present from me, an antique shawl, upon which eyes are painted all round, a so-called Occhiale, as a charm against the Malocchio.  Moreover, he is an eye specialist.  That same evening I had asked him after a patient whom I had sent to him for glasses.

As I remarked, nearly all parts of the dream have been brought into this new connection.  I still might ask why in the dream it was spinach that was served up.  Because spinach called up a little scene which recently occurred at our table.  A child, whose beautiful eyes are really deserving of praise, refused to eat spinach.  As a child I was just the same; for a long time I loathed spinach, until in later life my tastes altered, and it became one of my favorite dishes.  The mention of this dish brings my own childhood and that of my child’s near together.  “You should be glad that you have some spinach,” his mother had said to the little gourmet.  “Some children would be very glad to get spinach.”  Thus I am reminded of the parents’ duties towards their children.  Goethe’s words—­

  “To earth, this weary earth, ye bring us,
  To guilt ye let us heedless go”—­

take on another meaning in this connection.

Here I will stop in order that I may recapitulate the results of the analysis of the dream.  By following the associations which were linked to the single elements of the dream torn from their context, I have been led to a series of thoughts and reminiscences where I am bound to recognize interesting expressions of my psychical life.  The matter yielded by an analysis of the dream stands in intimate relationship with the dream content, but this relationship is so special that I should never have been able to have inferred the new discoveries directly from the dream itself.  The dream was passionless, disconnected, and unintelligible.  During the time that I am unfolding the thoughts at the back of the dream I feel intense and well-grounded emotions.  The thoughts themselves fit beautifully together into chains logically bound together with certain central ideas which ever repeat themselves.  Such ideas not represented in the dream itself are in this instance the antitheses selfish, unselfish, to be indebted, to work for nothing.  I could draw closer the threads of the web which analysis has disclosed, and would then be able to show how they all run together into a single knot; I am debarred from making this work public by considerations of a private, not of a scientific, nature.  After having cleared up many things which I do not willingly acknowledge as mine, I should have much to reveal which had better remain my secret.  Why, then, do not I choose another dream whose analysis would be more suitable for publication, so that I could awaken a fairer conviction