The Secret Places of the HeartWells, H. G. (Herbert George)
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The Secret Places of the Heart
Wells, H. G. (Herbert George)
England -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Psychological fiction
Sir Richmond turned about. “I would like to dig up the bottom of
this ditch here foot by foot--and dry the stuff and sift it--very
carefully.... Then I might begin to remember things.”
Section 5
In the evening, after a pleasant supper, they took a turn about the
walls with the moon sinking over beyond Silbury, and then went in and
sat by lamplight before a brightly fussy wood fire and smoked. There
were long intervals of friendly silence.
“I don’t in the least want to go on talking about myself,” said Sir
Richmond abruptly.
“Let it rest then,” said the doctor generously.
“To-day, among these ancient memories, has taken me out of myself
wonderfully. I can’t tell you how good Avebury has been for me. This
afternoon half my consciousness has seemed to be a tattooed creature
wearing a knife of stone....”
“The healing touch of history.”
“And for the first time my damned Committee has mattered scarcely a rap.”
Sir Richmond stretched himself in his chair and blinked cheerfully at
his cigar smoke.
“Nevertheless,” he said, “this confessional business of yours has been
an excellent exercise. It has enabled me to get outside myself, to look
at myself as a Case. Now I can even see myself as a remote Case. That
I needn’t bother about further.... So far as that goes, I think we have
done all that there is to be done.”
“I shouldn’t say that--quite--yet,” said the doctor.
“I don’t think I’m a subject for real psychoanalysis at all. I’m not
an overlaid sort of person. When I spread myself out there is not much
indication of a suppressed wish or of anything masked or buried of that
sort. What you get is a quite open and recognized discord of two sets of
motives.”
The doctor considered. “Yes, I think that is true. Your LIBIDO is, I
should say, exceptionally free. Generally you are doing what you want to
do--overdoing, in fact, what you want to do and getting simply tired.”
“Which is the theory I started with. I am a case of fatigue under
irritating circumstances with very little mental complication or
concealment.”
“Yes,” said the doctor. “I agree. You are not a case for psychoanalysis,
strictly speaking, at all. You are in open conflict with yourself, upon
moral and social issues. Practically open. Your problems are problems of
conscious conduct.”
“As I said.”
“Of what renunciations you have consciously to make.”
Sir Richmond did not answer that....
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