self-conscious preoccupation with herself. Batter her out of it till she’s stunned. Drive her back into her own true mode. Rip all her nice superimposed modern-woman and wonderful-creature garb off her. Reduce her once more to a naked Eve, and send the apple flying.

Make her yield to her own real unconscious self, and absolutely stamp on the self that she’s got in her head. Drive her forcibly back, back into her own true unconscious.

And then you’ve got a harder thing still to do. Stop her from looking on you as her “lover.” Cure her of that, if you haven’t cured her before. Put the fear of the Lord into her that way. And make her know she’s got to believe in you again, and in the deep purpose you stand for. But before you can do that,