the secret places of the heart-第3章

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efore　the　war。　Now　we　mean　it。　We've　muddled　about　in　the　old　ways　overlong。　Some　new　sort　of　world；　planned　and　scientific；　has　to　be　got　going。　Civilization　renewed。　Rebuilding　civilizationwhile　the　premises　are　still　occupied　and　busy。　It's　an　immense　enterprise；　but　it　is　the　only　thing　to　be　done。　In　some　ways　it's　an　enormously　attractive　enterprise。　Inspiring。　It　grips　my　imagination。　I　think　of　the　other　men　who　must　be　at　work。　Working　as　I　do　rather　in　the　dark　as　yet。　With　whom　I　shall　presently　join　up。　。　。　The　attempt　may　fail；　all　things　human　may　fail；　but　on　the　other　hand　it　may　succeed。　I　never　had　such　faith　in　anything　as　I　have　in　the　rightness　of　the　work　I　am　doing　now。　I　begin　at　that。　But　here　is　where　my　difficulty　comes　in。　The　top　of　my　brain；　my　innermost　self　says　all　that　I　have　been　saying；　but　　The　rest　of　me　won't　follow。　The　rest　of　me　refuses　to　attend；　forgets；　straggles；　misbehaves。〃　〃Exactly。〃　The　word　irritated　Sir　Richmond。　〃Not　'exactly'　at　all。　'Amazingly；'　if　you　like。　。　。　。　I　have　this　unlimited　faith　in　our　present　tremendous　necessityfor　workfor　devotion；　I　believe　my　share；　the　work　I　am　doing；　is　essential　to　the　whole　thingand　I　work　sluggishly。　I　work　reluctantly。　I　work　damnably。〃　〃Exact〃　The　doctor　checked　himself　。　〃All　that　is　explicable。　Indeed　it　is。　Listen　for　a　moment　to　me！　Consider　what　you　are。　Consider　what　we　are。　Consider　what　a　man　is　before　you　marvel　at　his　ineptitudes　of　will。　Face　the　accepted　facts。　Here　is　a　creature　not　ten　thousand　generations　from　the　ape；　his　ancestor。　Not　ten　thousand。　And　that　ape　again；　not　a　score　of　thousands　from　the　monkey；　his　forebear。　A　man's　body；　his　bodily　powers；　are　just　the　body　and　powers　of　an　ape；　a　little　improved；　a　little　adapted　to　novel　needs。　That　brings　me　to　my　point。　CAN　HIS　MIND　AND　WILL　BE　ANYTHING　BETTER？　For　a　few　generations；　a　few　hundreds　at　most；　knowledge　and　wide　thought　have　flared　out　on　the　darknesses　of　life。　。　。　。　But　the　substance　of　man　is　ape　still。　He　may　carry　a　light　in　his　brain；　but　his　instincts　move　in　the　darkness。　Out　of　that　darkness　he　draws　his　motives。〃　〃Or　fails　to　draw　them；〃　said　Sir　Richmond。　〃Or　fails。　。　。　。　And　that　is　where　these　new　methods　of　treatment　come　in。　We　explore　that　failure。　Together。　What　the　psychoanalyst　does…and　I　will　confess　that　I　owe　much　to　the　psychoanalystwhat　he　does　is　to　direct　thwarted；　disappointed　and　perplexed　people　to　the　realities　of　their　own　nature。　Which　they　have　been　accustomed　to　ignore　and　forget。　They　come　to　us　with　high　ambitions　or　lovely　illusions　about　themselves；　torn；　shredded；　spoilt。　They　are　morally　denuded。　Dreams　they　hate　pursue　them；　abhorrent　desires　draw　them；　they　are　the　prey　of　irresistible　yet　uncongenial　impulses；　they　succumb　to　black　despairs。　The　first　thing　we　ask　them　is　this：　'What　else　could　you　expect？'〃　〃What　else　could　I　expect？〃　Sir　Richmond　repeated；　looking　down　on　him。　〃H'm！〃　〃The　wonder　is　not　that　you　are　sluggish；　reluctantly　unselfish；　inattentive；　spasmodic。　The　wonder　is　that　you　are　ever　anything　else。　。　。　。　Do　you　realize　that　a　few　million　generations　ago；　everything　that　stirs　in　us；　everything　that　exalts　human　life；　self…devotions；　heroisms；　the　utmost　triumphs　of　art；　the　lovefor　love　it　isthat　makes　you　and　me　care　indeed　for　the　fate　and　welfare　of　all　this　round　world；　was　latent　in　the　body　of　some　little　lurking　beast　that　crawled　and　hid　among　the　branches　of　vanished　and　forgotten　Mesozoic　trees？　A　petty　egg…laying；　bristle…covered　beast　it　was；　with　no　more　of　the　rudiments　of　a　soul　than　bare　hunger；　weak　lust　and　fear。　。　。　。　People　always　seem　to　regard　that　as　a　curious　fact　of　no　practical　importance。　It　isn't：　it's　a　vital　fact　of　the　utmost　practical　importance。　That　is　what　you　are　made　of。　Why　should　you　expectbecause　a　war　and　a　revolution　have　shocked　youthat　you　should　suddenly　be　able　to　reach　up　and　touch　the　sky？〃　〃H'm！〃　said　Sir　Richmond。　〃Have　I　been　touching　the　sky！〃　〃You　are　trying　to　play　the　part　of　an　honest　rich　man。〃　〃I　don't　care　to　see　the　whole　system　go　smash。〃　〃Exactly；〃　said　the　doctor；　before　he　could　prevent　himself。　〃But　is　it　any　good　to　tell　a　man　that　the　job　he　is　attempting　is　above　himthat　he　is　just　a　hairy　reptile　twice　removedand　all　that　sort　of　thing？〃　〃Well；　it　saves　him　from　hoping　too　much　and　being　too　greatly　disappointed。　It　recalls　him　to　the　proportions　of　the　job。　He　gets　something　done　by　not　attempting　everything。　。　。　。　And　it　clears　him　up。　We　get　him　to　look　into　himself；　to　see　directly　and　in　measurable　terms　what　it　is　that　puts　him　wrong　and　holds　him　back。　He's　no　longer　vaguely　incapacitated。　He　knows。〃　〃That's　diagnosis。　That's　not　treatment。〃　〃Treatment　by　diagnosis。　To　analyze　a　mental　knot　is　to　untie　it。〃　〃You　propose　that　I　shall　spend　my　time；　until　the　Commission　meets；　in　thinking　about　myself。　I　wanted　to　forget　myself。〃　〃Like　a　man　who　tries　to　forget　that　his　petrol　is　running　shor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CHAPTER　THE　SECOND　LADY　HARDY　The　patient　left　the　house　with　much　more　self　possession　than　he　had　shown　when　entering　it。　Dr。　Martineau　had　thrust　him　back　from　his　intenser　prepossessions　to　a　more　generalized　view　of　himself；　had　made　his　troubles　objective　and　detached　him　from　them。　He　could　even　find　something　amusing　now　in　his　situation。　He　liked　the　immense　scope　of　the　theoretical　duet　in　which　they　had　indulged。　He　felt　that　most　of　it　was　entirely　trueand；　in　some　untraceable　manner；　absurd。　There　were　entertaining　possibilities　in　the　prospect　of　the　doctor　drawing　him　outhe　himself　partly　assisting　and　partly　resisting。　He　was　a　man　of　extensive　reservations。　His　private　life　was　in　some　respects　exceptionally　private。　〃I　don't　confide　。　。　。　。　Do　I　even　confide　in　myself？　I　imagine　I　do　。　。　。　。　Is　there　anything　in　myself　that　I　haven't　looked　squarely　in　the　face？　。　。　。　How　much　are　we　going　into？　Even　as　regards　facts？　〃Does　it　really　help　a　manto　see　himself？。　。　。〃　Such　thoughts　engaged　him　until　he　found　himself　in　his　study。　His　desk　and　his　writing　table　were　piled　high　with　a　heavy　burthen　of　work。　Still　a　little　preoccupied　with　Dr。　Martineau's　exposition；　he　began　to　handle　this　confusion。　。　。　。　At　half　past　nine　he　found　himself　with　three　hours　of　good　work　behind　him。　It　had　seemed　like　two。　He　had　not　worked　like　this　for　many　weeks。　〃This　is　very　cheering；〃　he　said。　〃And　unexpected。　Can　old　Moon…face　have　hypnotized　me？　Anyhow。　。　。　Perhaps　I've　only　imagined　I　was　ill。　。　。　。　Dinner？〃　He　looked　at　his　watch　and　was　amazed　at　the　time。　〃Good　Lord！　I've　been　at　it　three　hours。　What　can　have　happened？　Funny　I　didn't　hear　the　gong。〃　He　went　downstairs　and　found　Lady　Hardy　reading　a　magazine　in　a　dining…room　armchair　and　finely　poised　between