A lovely pamphlet detailing some of Sigmund Freud's holiday train journeys at the turn of the century. It reads like a beautiful, poetic litany, similar to the one travelers gets over the speakers at stations and airports, when delivered by a commanding, deep, knowledgeable voice. The reader is treated with respect which is why the writing makes a lot more sense if one knows what Freud was doing in between periods of holiday. I could imagine him needing a break from his dreaming, his study of jokes and children or his treatment of the difficult Dora. This added enormous pleasure to the aptly repetitive structure of the pamphlet. I am glad Freud got some rest.
