what you want — go to them.’

‘No,’ he said, outspoken with anger. ‘I want you to drop your assertive WILL, your frightened apprehensive self-insistence, that is what I want. I want you to trust yourself so implicitly, that you can let yourself go.’

‘Let myself go!’ she re-echoed in mockery. ‘I can let myself go, easily enough. It is you who can’t let yourself go, it is you who hang on to yourself as if it were your only treasure. YOU — YOU are the Sunday school teacher — YOU — you preacher.’

The amount of truth that was in this made him stiff and unheeding of her.

‘I don’t mean let yourself go in the Dionysic ecstatic way,’ he said.