I will not talk about psychoanalysis, because there is already enough discussion here. I must justify why I urged my patient to write his autobiography; psychoanalysis scholars will wrinkle their noses at this innovation. However, he was old and I hoped that with these memories his past would come to life, that the autobiography would be a good prelude to psychoanalysis. Even today the idea seems good to me, because it gave me unexpected results, which would have been even more if the patient had not abandoned the therapy at its peak, stealing from me the fruit of the long and patient analysis of these memories. I publish them for revenge and hope to displease him.