In Our Dreams We Can

How Can One Know Anything At All About People?

How One Can Live Without Being Able To Judge Oneself, Criticize What One Has Accomplished, And Still Enjoy What One Does, Is Unimaginable To Me.

Papa Always Makes It Clear That He Would Like To Know Me As Much More Rational And Lucid Than The Girls And Women He Gets To Know During His Analytic Hours.

What I Have Always Wanted For Myself Is Much More Primitive. It Is Probably Nothing More Than The Affection Of The People With Whom I Am In Contact, And Their Good Opinion Of Me.

Why Do We Go Around Acting As Though Everything Was Friendship And Reliability When Basically Everything Everywhere Is Full Of Sudden Hate And Ugliness?