His thoughts and their counterthoughts are bent and curled, snail-like, inside the whorls of fiction.

a chymic treasure / Is glittering Youth, which I have spent betimes— / My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

But whoever is interested in the purpose-striving behavior, the emotional life and the internal states of man and of some higher animals cannot travel the road of extraspection exclusively: he must follow the path of introspection.

When I later asked my native informants for their views on the Ladies in Red, I heard nothing but praise, usually backed up with accounts of the idiotic questions, novicey mistakes and ridiculous requests my informants had overheard […]