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Rh, mother, brother, sisters, I have none in this world—an orphan child—am Socrates—Loreley—Schiller's Bell and the monopoly—God, Mary, mother of God—main key, the key in heaven—I always legalize our hymnbook with the gilt edge and the Bible—am proprietress of southerly zones—royally lovely, so lovely and so pure—in my single personality I am a von Stuart, von Muralt, von Planta, von Kugler—highest reasoning belongs to me—no one else should be dressed here—I legalize a second six floored note factory for the Socrates representation—the insane asylum should accept the Socrates representation, no more the former representation, which the parents had, but Socrates—this can be explained to you by a doctor—I am Germania and Helvetia from sweet butter—this is a life symbol—the highest summit I created—I saw the book awfully high over the city hall gardens, covered with white sugar—high in heaven, is the highest summit created—higher than the highest height—you can bring no one who can prove a mightier title.

In the conception of "summit" we find an enormous number of senseless ideas, some of which sound extraordinarily comical. From this material we see that the patient designates by "summit" the sum total of all her "titles" and activities. The subtitles such as Schiller's bell, Loreley, etc., probably designate special analogies which will have to be looked for in the special words.

5. Loreley: is world proprietress—it expresses the deepest mourning because the world is so depraved—a title which for the others is the greatest happiness—I might say that usually those personalities are extraordinarily tormented, who have the misfortune to be world proprietors—Loreley is also the highest living portrait—no higher memory can the world prove—no higher reverence—it is like a statue—for example the song runs "I know not what ere it presages"—it often happens that the title of world proprietor is not at all understood—that the people say, that they know not what it means, this is really a great misfortune—Yet I affirm the greatest silver island—that is a very old song, so old that the title didn't become known—that is mourning.

When the patient says "I am the Loreley" it is simply, as can be seen from the above analysis, a condensation of the connection of an awkward analogy, namely, the people do not know what