The way the neurotic sees it: bars on his door mean that he's locked in; bars on your door mean that he's locked out.
The next voice you hear will undoubtedly be your own.
God doesn't measure His bounty, but oh how we do!
Every creature stalks some other, catches it, and is caught.
After he has had his tantrum, the neurotic expects those around him to feel friendly and relaxed; after all, he does.
It's terrifying to see someone inside of whom a vital spring seems to have been broken. It's particularly terrifying to see him in your mirror.