Freud is dying. Memories, ideas, scenes from his long life are passing through his mind. The physical pain is unbearable. As agreed to years before, Dr. Max Schur has administered a lethal injection of morphine. To tell his story, the author employs a great variety of resources: He alternates internal monologue with letters to Martha or Princess Marie Bonaparte; there are "reminiscences" of the family's employee, Paula Fichtl, "interviews" given to an English journalist, dialogues with Dr. Schur and with Anna Freud-affectionately called Annerl-and so forth. Lucidity and humor, which Freud had in abundance, glitter on each page, though mixed with a certain pessimism and resignation. Illustrated with original photos. Foreword by Renato Mezan.