I can’t leave Bellevuehöhe with just one photo, or just one comment. Here is a closeup of the plaque, which shows that not only the words of Freud’s letter to Fliess, but also that the engraving is a facsimile of Freud’s actual handwriting. It’s not a grave, but it has the solemnity of a gravesite – or at least a place of remembrance (although the quotation also reflects Freud’s own wry humor at occasional self-irony.) I set a small flower on the top of the plaque in remembrance, and then remembering the Jewish custom of placing a stone on a grave, set two small stones at the base. Freud, as a militant atheist, had no use for thoughts of Heaven, but he did regard death as the ultimate release from the conflicts and struggles of life – both internal, and imposed by the demands of civilization and human cruelty. So I can say without irony: May he rest in peace. And may his memory be for a blessing.