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| Mr. Freud, my son Little Hans has got a fear of horses that I cannot seem to explain | |
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| I see. Well, allow me to talk to him. | |
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| Now then, Little Hans, why do you think you have this phobia of horses? | |
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| I don't know, but I am especially afraid of white horses with black around the mouth who wear blinkers | |
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Freud reaches a conclusion.
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| I believe that the appearence of the horse is reference to my moustache and spectacles. | |
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| I understand this, and after many days of thinking, I believe that the oedipus complex is in play here. He fears that you will castrate him for desiring his mother. Just talk to him to help him. | |
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