“I started my professional activity as a neurologist trying to bring relief to my neurotic patients…”—Sigmund Freud in his only known audio recording

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My neurotic patience bids me dance by candlelight

waiting for answers that come in time. Its quiet causes fright

in the noisier set—day-planning superego, demanding id, the rest.

To bring relief to my neurotic patience, I smell no end of flowers, and pick none.

I wander through fields of impatiens, worrying only about the wind and sun.