In September 1938, Freud moved into his last home at 20 Maresfield Gardens, along with his collection of several hundred antique statuettes. How shocking, how hostile the previous sentence would be if for 'antique statuettes' one substituted the phrase 'fluffy toys.' It's the fluffiness that would shock, though, the frivolity of it—not the idea that Freud had toys, and played with them all his life.
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