Invisible Women

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There were times when Lou Andreas would visit Sigmund Freud in his home, and the two great minds would sit in quiet, conversing in mimicries of chess games. Their eyes would suddenly flare, then subside, then go gray with calm. These were the times they most appreciated each other, when nothing was required or expected.

This was not the norm though. Most often, when the two psychoanalysts intersected in space, there would be idle talk of family and work, one asking the other about spouse or child or lover. One would tell elaborate fictions about so and so who met with so and so and admired him greatly, while the other would respond with admonitions of so and so who should have responded with more respect when meeting with so and so, and these were the times when they both felt that all of this could be condensed into a dream fabric, but neither would let go for long enough for sleep to come.