Life, and you, and I, and all of us together became for a while interesing to ourselves once more.
We are franker towards others than towards ourselves.
It is not doubt,is certitude that drives you mad.
When a woman has scholarly inclinations there is usually something wrong with her sexuality.
However un-Christian this may sound, I am not even predisposed against myself.
For the woman, the man is a means: the end is always the child.