This is, of course, not at all a note to me from Sigmund Freud containing his opinion of my poem.  To begin with, both were written in the year Nineteen-Ninety-nine, long after Freud began to consider himself dead.  It is, rather, a note from me to me, and only signed, "Freud."

     Please be at ease  What you see here is not evidence of plagiary, but only of psychosis.  The poor old fellow has been throughly out of contact ever since he read Derrida and immediately repressed his own death.