Who is Sigmund Freud

Sigmund Freud ( FROYD, German: [ˈziːkmʊnt ˈfʁɔʏ̯t]; born Sigismund Schlomo Freud; 6 May 1856 – 23 September 1939) was an Austrian neurologist and the founder of psychoanalysis, a clinical method for evaluating and treating pathologies in the psyche through dialogue between a patient and a psychoanalyst.Freud was born to Galician Jewish parents in the Moravian town of Freiberg, in the Austrian Empire. He qualified as a doctor of medicine in 1881 at the University of Vienna. Upon completing his habilitation in 1885, he was appointed a docent in neuropathology and became an affiliated professor in 1902. Freud lived and worked in Vienna, having set up his clinical practice there in 1886. In 1938, Freud left Austria to escape Nazi persecution. He died in exile in the United Kingdom in...
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Sigmund00176859: sigmund freud said "from error to error, one discovers the entire truth"
Davidlj58: in edward benays 1928 propaganda (the nephew of sigmund freud) "the invisible government tends to be concentrated in the hands of the few because of the expense of manipulating the social machinery which controls the opinions and habits of the masses" sounds like some hope and…
Sigmund00176859: sigmund freud said "i hate chicken and cauliflower"
Lacancircle: is a rejection, by projection, of an idea that has just come up.” the opening line of sigmund freud’s paper on negation, standard edition volume xix, page 235, and the topic of the upcoming lacan circle workshop on negativity in psychoanalysis:
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