I want to give you as clearly as I can some impression of the mental states that followed this passion and this . It seems to me one of the most extraordinary aspects of all that literature of attack which is called , that there is no name and no description at all of most of the mental states that make up life. Psychology, like sociology, is still largely in the stage, it is ignorant and intellectual, a happy refuge for the lazy industry of ; instead of experience and accurate description and analysis it begins with the rash assumption of elements and starts out upon ridiculous syntheses. Who with a sick soul would dream of going to a psychologist?...  
Now here was I with a mind sore and . I did not clearly understand what had happened to me. I had blundered, offended, myself; and I had no more conception than a beast in a what it was had got me, or the method or even the need of escape. The desires and excitements, the anger and stress and strain and suspicion of the last few months had worn deep in my brain, channels without end or issue, out of which it seemed impossible to keep my thoughts. I had done dishonorable things, told lies, abused the confidence of a friend. I kept wrestling with these intolerable facts. If some released me for a time, back I would fall presently before I knew what was happening, and find myself scheming once more to reverse the , or restating things already intolerably overdiscussed in my mind, the unjustifiable or defeat. I would dream again and again of some tremendous appeal to Mary, some violent return and attack upon the situation....
 
One very great factor in my mental and moral was the uncertain values of nearly every aspect of the case. There is an sense of wild rightness about passionate love that no reasoning and no training will ever altogether ; I had a that out of that I would presently extract a magic to excuse my deceits and treacheries and my smarting shame. And round these deep central preoccupations were others of acute and towards secondary people. There had been , upon evidence, comments, and often quite comments, that had filled me with an extraordinary of .
 
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