LeAnne Quinn

My father was a young boy when this story took place. At that time, Miss Mean Minnie Greene was the last wicked witch of New York City. You see, my father was the son of a fabulous tailor and watched all kinds of people pass by the big glass window of the tailor shop. One of the strangest people he saw pass by was Miss Mean Minnie Greene. She was not a pretty sight with her long, crooked nose and odd donkey hoofs. Each morning she dragged an empty yellow sack beside her and each evening dragged the same yellow sack behind her full of something. What could she be collecting in her sack?

In these selected essays, written between 1947 and 1977, Dr. Frankl illustrates the vital importance of the human dimension in psychotherapy. Using a wide range of subjects—including sex, mortality, modern literature, competitive athletics, and philosophy—he raises a lone voice against the pseudo-humanism that has invaded popular psychology and psychoanalysis.