Mangin’s bewilderment over this unexpected turn in the conversation was clearly apparent. Breuer interpreted it as a confession of guilt. He rose.
“Out!”
“I don’t understand…”
“No more lies are necessary, sir. I know what Freud wants.”
“What are you saying…?”
Breuer took a deep breath. His face was taut. “Freud wants to make me look ridiculous. He knows that I’ve reached a critical phase with my patient Anna and he’s trying to stop me from letting the world know that I have cured her. He wants everyone to believe that Anna is his patient. He wants to embarrass me with his s****l theories. That… that… that lewd Jew!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Out!” Breuer yelled. “Go to Freud and tell him he should send someone more cunning!”
Mangin jumped out of his chair, went aro
