Chapter 5
That is the world of which my dreams brought me dim, scattered
echoes every night. I cannot hope to give any true idea of the
horror and dread contained in such echoes, for it was upon a wholly
intangible quality - the sharp sense of pseudo-memory - that such
feelings mainly depended.
As I have said, my studies gradually gave me a defence against
these feelings in the form of rational psychological explanations;
and this saving influence was augmented by the subtle touch of
accustomedness which comes with the passage of time. Yet in spite
of everything the vague, creeping terror would return momentarily
now and then. It did not, however, engulf me as it had before; and
after 1922 I lived a very normal life of work and recreation.
In the course of years I began to fee
