Volume 40, Number 10 · May 27, 1993
Freud's Egyptian Dig
By Carl E. Schorske
In March of 1993, a new patient came to Freud, the American poet, Hilda Doolittle, better known to us by her pen name, H.D. The clouds of Nazism hung heavy over Europe that spring. H.D., severely traumatized by World War I, was frightened. She came to Freud, as she tells us, 'in order to fortify and equip myself to face war when it came.' 'With the death-head swastika chalked on the pavement leading to the professor's door,' she wrote in her brilliant Tribute to Freud, 'I must calm as best I could…my own personal little dragon of war-terror….'[1]
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