"The misery and aggression of the world, the hate and warlike sentiment," a great psychiatrist had said the other day, "are due to two causes: physical hunger in the Orient; in the Occident, the fantastic sex repressions derived from Christianity, so called, and obtaining still in the materialist societies."
There it was—in the words of a psychological scientist.
Not a single statesman that I knew of had picked up the thought.
"A penny," Gwen said.
I apologized. "It's too intricate. It's a summing up of various truths rejected or denied. We're out of the habit of seeing them. So it might take me a couple of years to explain."
Gwen laughed. "Swell! I'll come by, an hour a day—and lie on your couch—and you can explain."
"Maybe," I said, "if they'd listened to you just now—and compared what you said with what they honestly feel—but they won't!"
"They will if you get them in the mood—and alone."
"Many?"
"Darned near all—that I ever see. You'd be astonished."