Postcard from Edmund Husserl written 12.03.1920

St. Märgen in the Black Forest, 12. 3. 1920


Dear Doctor,

            This time, your letter finally delivered good news.6 Therefore, I am acknowledging your message. Well, your personal and scientific circumstances are going to improve and will continue to improve. Regarding the publication of the doctoral thesis, general easier regulations will soon be implemented which will relieve you of your worries. The new Yearbook to be issued in October is in print. It will include 1) a logic by Professor Pfänder, 2) a paper on the unconscious along with methodical ideas about psych[ology] and phen[omenology] by Professor Geiger, and 3) Eidos and Morphs by Hering. Immediately following the printing of these chapters, we will continue to print the other commemorative works that will form another Yearbook volume. I am hoping to include your Bergson paper, which will hopefully be available to us ready for print. In addition, I will mention the habilitation thesis of Dr. Hildebrand, and most likely the extended work of Miss Stein about psychic causality, etc. Therefore, we will publish large beautiful works that will show that phen[omenology] is alive. In the last two semesters, I had a large circle of capable and advanced students whom I taught new four-hour lectures (I read an entirely new “Introduction” and a new book on Nature & Mind7). In the summer, I will read another new four-hour ethic. I overextended myself because, as dean, I was bogged down with an incredible amount of administrative work. (Only until April 15) I was unable to work on my own writings. I visited St. Märgen, a beautifully situated town, perhaps you have heard of it, for some rest. My stay helped me to recover gradually and I hope to be able to return to work and get a lot done. Of course, I would be very happy if you came back, and I am hoping you will return. The “Phenom[enological] Society” is progressing well and you would not lack inspiration.

            Best regards to you and your wife.

Sincerely yours, E. Husserl