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came into your life."



The bishop nodded.

"You were uprooted. You moved from house to house, and failed



to get that curled up safe feeling one has in a real home in any

of them."



"If you saw the fireplaces and the general decoration of the

new palace!" admitted the bishop. "I had practically no control."



"That confirms me," said Dr. Dale. "Insomnia followed, and

increased the feeling of physical strangeness by increasing the



bodilydisturbance. I suspect an intellectualdisturbance."

He paused.



"There was," said the bishop.

"You were no longer at home anywhere. You were no longer at



home in your diocese, in your palace, in your body, in your

convictions. And then came the war. Quite apart from everything



else the mind of the whole world is sufferingprofoundly from the

shock of this war--much more than is generally admitted. One



thing you did that you probably did not observe yourself doing,

you drank rather more at your meals, you smoked a lot more. That



was your natural and proper response to the shock."

"Ah!" said the bishop, and brightened up.



"It was remarked by Tolstoy, I think, that few intellectual men

would really tolerate the world as it is if it were not for



smoking and drinking. Even novelists have their moments of

lucidity. Certainly these things soothe the restlessness in men's



minds, deaden their sceptical sensibilities. And just at the time

when you were getting most dislodged--you gave them up."



"And the sooner I go back to them the better," said the bishop

brightly. "I quite see that."



"I wouldn't say that," said Dr. Dale....

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"That," said Dr. Dale, "is just where my treatment of this case

differs from the treatment of "--he spoke the name reluctantly



as if he disliked the mere sound of it--"Dr. Brighton-Pomfrey."

"Hitherto, of course," said the bishop, "I've been in his



hands."

"He," said Dr. Dale, "would certainly set about trying to



restore your old sphere of illusion, your old familiar sensations

and ideas and confidences. He would in fact turn you back. He



would restore all your habits. He would order you a rest. He

would send you off to some holidayresort, fresh in fact but



familiar in character, the High lands, North Italy, or

Switzerland for example. He would forbid you newspapers and order



you to botanize and prescribe tranquillizing reading; Trollope's

novels, the Life of Gladstone, the works of Mr. A. C. Benson,



memoirs and so on. You'd go somewhere where there was a good

Anglican chaplain, and you'd take some of the services yourself.



And we'd wash out the effects of the Princhester water with

Contrexeville, and afterwards put you on Salutaris or Perrier. I



don't know whether I shouldn't have inclined to some such

treatment before the war began. Only--"



He paused.

"You think--?"



Dr. Dale's face betrayed a sudden sombre passion. "It won't do

now," he said in a voice of quiet intensity. "It won't do now."



He remained darkly silent for so long that at last the bishop

spoke. "Then what," he asked, "do you suggest?



"Suppose we don't try to go back," said Dr. Dale. "Suppose we

go on and go through."



"Where?"

"To reality.



"I know it's doubtful, I know it's dangerous," he went on, "but

I am convinced that now we can no longer keep men's minds and



souls in these feathered nests, these spheres of illusion. Behind

these veils there is either God or the Darkness.... Why should we



not go on?"

The bishop was profoundly perplexed. He heard himself speaking.



"It would be unworthy of my cloth," he was saying.

Dr. Dale completed the sentence: "to go back."



"Let me explain a little more," he said, "what I mean by 'going

on.' I think that this loosening of the ties of association that



bind a man to his everyday life and his everyday self is in nine

cases out of ten a loosening of the ties that bind him to






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