Behavior: Freud and Death

It was Sept. 21, 1939. Taking the hand of the physician at his bedside, Sigmund Freud said, "My dear Schur, you certainly remember our first talk. You promised me then not to forsake me when my time comes. Now it is nothing but torture and makes no sense any more." Schur reassured his patient that he had not forgotten. "When he was again in agony, I gave him a hypodermic of two centigrams of morphine. He soon felt relief and fell into a peaceful sleep. I repeated this dose after about twelve hours. He...

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