Chapter 2
My reabsorption into normal life was a painful and difficult
process. The loss of over five years creates more complications
than can be imagined, and in my case there were countless matters
to be adjusted.
What I heard of my actions since 1908 astonished and disturbed
me, but I tried to view the matter as philosophically as I could.
At last, regaining custody of my second son, Wingate, I settled
down with him in the Crane Street house and endeavoured to resume
my teaching - my old professorship having been kindly offered me by
the college.
I began work with the February, 1914, term, and kept at it just
a year. By that time I realized how badly my experience had shaken
me. Though perfectly sane - I hoped - and with no flaw in my
original personality, I had not the n
