Behind artichokes lay, on the one hand, my thoughts about Italy, and, on the other hand, a scene from my childhood which was the opening of what has since become my intimate relations with books
(Freud, 1900, pb. 317)

Moreover, I can assure the reader that the ultimate meaning of the dream, which I have not disclosed, is intimately related to the subject of the childhood scene.
(Freud, 1900, pb. 224)